Ianto shrugged, leading John further into the office. He didn't bother flipping the sign from "closed", he didn't think anyone would be desperate enough to try and get into the office, at the moment--it was a nice enough day out that they could just walk another few minutes and find a much better tourist office anyway. A real one. "Well, it's not too horrible. It is better when people stop by and keep me company, though, I will say that much." He laughed softly. "There's a reason I've perfected the art of making coffee, as it is," he said, not entirely lying about that. The love of coffee had come as a necessity to help him keep focus under piles and piles of paperwork and artifacts.
Ianto went around the desk, motioning for John to follow. "Here we are," he said. He'd brought the coffee machine up from the main area of the Hub to fix it, and hadn't bothered to put it back down yet, and well. Honestly, it looked kind of ridiculous, in the back room of the tourist office, but it was the best machine out there, as far as Ianto was concerned, so who cared? "I, ehm," Ianto said sheepishly, "I have a bit of a passion for coffee..." he said, trying to explain himself and the almost science fiction-esque machine on the counter in front of them.
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Date: 2010-10-14 11:45 pm (UTC)Ianto went around the desk, motioning for John to follow. "Here we are," he said. He'd brought the coffee machine up from the main area of the Hub to fix it, and hadn't bothered to put it back down yet, and well. Honestly, it looked kind of ridiculous, in the back room of the tourist office, but it was the best machine out there, as far as Ianto was concerned, so who cared? "I, ehm," Ianto said sheepishly, "I have a bit of a passion for coffee..." he said, trying to explain himself and the almost science fiction-esque machine on the counter in front of them.