chwe deg Wyth: Petsitting

[kinky_stopwatch]

 <[Ianto is stood in the kitchen, relaxing now the lobster drama is over, instead he's now trying out the lemonade tap. He watches is gush in, trying not to get any on his waistcoat before switching it off and sniffing it gingerly and then taking a longer sip.]

Huh. It actually tastes of  lemonade. Maybe they'll have an Irn Bru one next.

[Sybil and Agni are yipping about and running around his feet and he sets the glass down before getting out food for them. ] 

Comments

[kinky_stopwatch]

Well the good thing is that you survived.

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, there is that.

Ah, the days of our lives in Paradisa, yes? It would make a fantastic book to an outsider, I am sure.

[kinky_stopwatch]

Or they'd think it was highly unrealistic and use it to prop up a table instead.

[wishmadeinfire]

Or a fantastic piece of fiction.

[kinky_stopwatch]

With dinosaurs, cities and a cruise ship?

[wishmadeinfire]

Something like that, yes.

[kinky_stopwatch]

Are you volunteering?

[wishmadeinfire]

To write the tale?

[kinky_stopwatch]

Yes, why not?

[wishmadeinfire]

Haha, I suppose. It would keep me busy. How would I even begin to put it together?

[kinky_stopwatch]

I suppose the best bit is finding that out.

[wishmadeinfire]

Care to help me? You seem like you are good at organizing things.