Ianto had wanted to make something, bake a dessert or put together a salad, but he hadn't felt quite like he had a grip on how things worked here yet, and the stuff that came out of the replicators just didn't seem up to snuff. After spending some time in the marketplace, he'd finally found a vendor that sold something that looked nice, a sweet, light fruit pastry of sorts. Ianto only hoped it tasted as good at it looked.

After leaving their food with the hostess, Ianto had stuck to Jack's side for the most part. Not trying to be clingy, but there was always a sense of security when Jack was nearby, and Ianto still wasn't sure how he felt about this place.

Of course that gave him a front row seat to witness Jack's flirting. He didn't begrudge Jack it at all; Jack hadn't come from the same part of the timeline Ianto had, and even then Ianto had no claim on him. But there were some old wounds that still gave Ianto trouble, and he studiously tried not to stare too much, wishing he had a drink in hand or something else to distract him from his feelings of inadequacy and jealousy.