No apologies - this is total rainy Saturday afternoon fluff with the depth you'd find in the average egg cup.

I Can Sing a Rainbow

Jack arrived unannounced in the tourist office. What he saw made him pause abruptly in the doorway.

"Ianto?" he said.

Ianto looked up guiltily.

"I came to see if you fancied popping out for lunch. But I see you are poised on the brink of a fine dining experience."

Ianto waited. He could guess the general gist of what was coming next.

"What did Owen tell you?"

Ianto wondered whether to play dumb, but decided that it was too much effort. He had to endure the next few moments and take the consequences. There really wasn't much alternative. He was trapped behind the counter, with only the kitchen area beyond the beaded curtain as a retreat. And that didn't have an escape window.

"Well?" Jack clearly wasn't about to let the subject drop any time soon.

"Owen said, er, he said that, um, I should eat more fruit and vegetables."

"Correct," said Jack. From anyone else it would have sounded patronizing, but from Jack it actually sounded gently encouraging. "You need to look after yourself as well as you look after the rest of us."

"And I am, Jack, I am. Look – I've got carrot, lemon, tomato, spinach…"

Jack walked across to the counter and looked Ianto straight in the eyes.

"Ianto. You've got orange, yellow, red and green Smarties. I don't think that is quite what Owen had in mind."

Note: For anyone who doesn't know what a Smartie is, think "M and M"