Cardiff: Ianto and Cal

[likesthecoat]

Ianto steps out of the coffee shop and lets go of Cal's hand.

"So," he says as he turns up his collar, "what would you like to do first?"

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal immediately digs out his gloves. Being from New York, he's no stranger to cold weather, but he hasn't built up the endurance that he could have, either.

"I could stand something to eat before the tour," he says. Gloves on, he looks around. It is not his first visit to a different world (it is, technically, his third, if one counts the place his resurrection occurred; he would be quite surprised to learn that it's only his second different world), but he didn't exactly go touring Bela's world. Unless touring the world is the slang the kids are using these days for having sex in private box seating during an opera.

It is, however, his first real look at a foreign country. So he looks around with interest. He'd be happy with pretty much anything Ianto might suggest.

[likesthecoat]

"Well, we can do a pub and you can have something genuinely Welsh, like rarebit or a pasty. There's a sushi place that I like not far from here, or just stop for some chips, or I can cook and I actually have food in my kitchen, for once."

[isaysimplewords]

"Wasn't rarebit that thing you mentioned before?" Cal asks, pausing in his looking around to look at Ianto.

[likesthecoat]

"I may have. Do you want to try it? I can take you to Y Mochen Dw and give you a real Welsh experience."