Ianto laughed at the barren kitchen comment. He knew what that was like. Coffee ingredients, he kept a close eye on stocking. Everything else, though. Well, he lived on takeout and canned foods more often than he'd really like to admit aloud to anyone who didn't already know that fact.

"Alright, then," Ianto said, setting the machine up to start the coffee brewing a fairly normal espresso, while he went to the mini fridge under the counter and pulled out the milk. He spent more time up in the tourist office some days, that having another fridge up there was necessary. Plus, it came in handy to have when Owen would decide to put his experiments in alongside the leftover takeout cartons...

Pouring it out into the mug, he set it under the mechanism, positioning the nozzle into the milk and turning it to steam, adjusting the temperature as he watched the milk froth. "So. From what I remember speaking to you earlier, you're a doctor," he said, trying to make conversation so it wasn't just him bustling about the coffee machine. "Why is it that you ended up having to help people track down missing clothing items the other night, then? Not normally something people would ask a doctor for help in, all things considered..."