Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Team.
Written For: Challenge 500: Pizza at tw100.
Summary: The Torchwood team are hungry; time to order their fast food of choice.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I’m starving! Any chance of pizza for lunch?” Jack asked hopefully.
Technically, lunchtime was long past, it was closer to dinnertime, but that was the way days sometimes panned out working for Torchwood. It was impossible to keep anything even close to a set schedule, although Ianto did his best to feed Myfanwy and the other non-human residents at more or less regular intervals. Change to routine unsettled them.
“Might as well,” Ianto agreed. “At least that’ll get here fast. I’ll just find out what toppings everyone wants and then phone Jubilee. You want your usual?”
“Of course!” Jack grinned, mouth already watering at the thought of all that succulent melted cheese.
Ianto brought the stack of boxes downstairs as soon as they were delivered to the Tourist Office and was practically ambushed the moment he stepped through the cogwheel door, everybody grabbing for the stack of boxes, eager to get stuck in.
“Oi! Someone messed up our order!” Owen griped, opening the box he’d snagged and pulling a disgusted face. “What idiot would order sausage and pineapple with extra anchovies?”
“That’s Janet’s,” Ianto said, whisking the box out of the medic’s hands.
“Huh. I always knew Weevils were weird.”