"Oh, no. It's the pill. Women take the pill, pee it out. Eostrogen in the water, evaporates, comes down as rain, piped right into houses. Feminizes the fish, you know," he replied conversationally, his hand finding the curve of the small of Ianto's back to lead him gently in the direction of drinks. It didn't matter that the water tasted odd to him, he needed to have something. He always seemed to feel dehydrated, and here more than ever.