"What the bloody hell..." Owen said, entering the Hub. It looked like a tornado hit. Papers were scattered everywhere. Clothing too. Covering everything was a layer of ... powdered sugar?

Gun out, Owen approached the conference room, drawn by the murmur of voices. "I'm coming in."

"Owen?" Jack was sprawled over a giggling Tosh, licking sugar off her back. "Want a donut? They just came through the rift."

Owen ignored whatever Ianto and Gwen were doing under the table. "And you ate them? Without waiting for me to test them?"

"And let them get cold?" Jack sounded horrified. "Are you crazy?"