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m_findlowTitle: What's right?
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 390 - Amnesty, using Challenge 131 - Right or wrong at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Torchwood's latest guests have Ianto in a flap A triple drabble.
When Jack entered the boardroom it wasn’t the lack of alien guests that worried him, but rather the disconcerted look on Ianto’s face as he stood there, just staring at a table laid out perfectly for their guests. ‘What’s going on?’ Jack asked. Had they inadvertently insulted the aliens? He couldn’t imagine Ianto ever insulting anyone, unless of course they were dressed sloppily.
‘I think I’m having an existential crisis,’ Ianto replied, still giving the table a troubled look. ‘They asked me what the plates were for so I explained that we eat our food off them, and then they asked me what the point was since they were flat and not going to stop anything from getting away. Then they asked about the placemats and why we didn’t just eat off them instead of the plates, so I told them that the placemats were there to keep the table clean in case anything did in fact come off the plates, and then that led to questions as to why we needed a tablecloth if the placemats were for keeping the table clean, and honestly, now I’m not sure why we do anything the way we do and if we haven’t been doing things completely wrong for the entirety of our existence as the human race. God knows they must have been too polite to mention the saucers under the teacups and why pour milk into a jug when it comes in a carton to begin with’. He paused and gave Jack an anxious look. ‘What is the point of us, Jack? Why are we even here?’
Jack grinned, gripping him by the shoulders before he could get into the swing of a full blown panic attack. ‘If all they’re questioning are some strange etiquette rules, I'm okay with that.’
When Jack entered the boardroom it wasn’t the lack of alien guests that worried him, but rather the disconcerted look on Ianto’s face as he stood there, just staring at a table laid out perfectly for their guests. ‘What’s going on?’ Jack asked. Had they inadvertently insulted the aliens? He couldn’t imagine Ianto ever insulting anyone, unless of course they were dressed sloppily.
‘I think I’m having an existential crisis,’ Ianto replied, still giving the table a troubled look. ‘They asked me what the plates were for so I explained that we eat our food off them, and then they asked me what the point was since they were flat and not going to stop anything from getting away. Then they asked about the placemats and why we didn’t just eat off them instead of the plates, so I told them that the placemats were there to keep the table clean in case anything did in fact come off the plates, and then that led to questions as to why we needed a tablecloth if the placemats were for keeping the table clean, and honestly, now I’m not sure why we do anything the way we do and if we haven’t been doing things completely wrong for the entirety of our existence as the human race. God knows they must have been too polite to mention the saucers under the teacups and why pour milk into a jug when it comes in a carton to begin with’. He paused and gave Jack an anxious look. ‘What is the point of us, Jack? Why are we even here?’
Jack grinned, gripping him by the shoulders before he could get into the swing of a full blown panic attack. ‘If all they’re questioning are some strange etiquette rules, I'm okay with that.’
