Characters Involved: Ianto Jones, Open
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13 just in case
Ianto Jones was lingering over tubs of fruit while vegetables leered from the parallel row of the aisle. He had his back to them, and stood in the centre, absently squeezing a banana between his thumb and index finger. His dilemma was a simple one. Would Owen, Gwen and S-... and Tosh Eat fruit and vegetables if he bought them? Secretly he has hoped to sneakily inflict health upon them for quite some time now. Shopping at Tescos in the past he has stood here, lingered, and even gone so far as to progress beyond squeezing and actually taken an apple or a kiwi into his hands. Rarely.
Tosh would eat them, he was quite sure. If he purchased a bag of apples, maybe he and she could set up a system of eating an apple for every cup of coffee drunk, or something, so that even unhealthy activities had a healthy edge. Gwen, however, would likely feel better suited to a bowl of curry or a kebab at 5.00AM than an assortment of healthsome fruit or vegetables, though she would probably insist that she was going to eat them, and that she was glad to do so. She just never would. Owen would simply snarl at Ianto – he believed – for the mere suggestion of his so much as inhaling the scent of citrus juice.
So, amidst the bustle of Christmas shoppers – most of whom seemed to be taking advantage of the discounted ingredients for Christmas day meals which the store had shrewdly put into effect – Ianto continued to be indecisive. Ten minutes later he left Tescos with a box of lightbulbs, two pints of milk, a number of secret components for his own special blend of coffee, and a single banana. Automatic doors opened and closed and, despite having stayed up late last night, and then early this morning attempting to track the movements of vortex-hopping Time Lords, he took a breath of afternoon air with a smile on his face.