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Title: Dietary requirements
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 250 - Amnesty using Challenge 94 - Hungry at
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Summary: Junk food is finding it difficult to survive. A double drabble.
'Eat something,' Jack demanded, giving his husband a baleful glare.
'I'm not hungry,' Ianto insisted, pushing the plate of donuts away so they weren't dropping icing sugar all over his paperwork.
'You're not fine. You haven't had anything to eat all day.'
'Yes, Jack, and the human body can go days or even weeks without food.'
Jack scowled at his lover. 'I'm your boss. I could make it an order.'
Ianto chewed his lip, clearly growing annoyed with Jack's insistence. 'You could, but I don't think that would wash. And last I checked, technically I was the boss.'
'It's semantics,' Jack argued. 'I'm Head of Operations - Cardiff. So long as you're in Cardiff, I'm boss.'
'Pretty sure Director of Global Operations trumps that. I mean, so long as you're on the globe. And you should not be eating those,' he said, giving the pasties an accusatory finger.
'Why not?'
'Because donuts are not appropriate food for growing babies. High carbs, high sugar, way too much salt and should we even talk about saturated fats?'
'If you can't eat them when you're pregnant, when can you?'
Ianto picked them up and walked off with them. 'I'm not the one who's pregnant.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 250 - Amnesty using Challenge 94 - Hungry at
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Summary: Junk food is finding it difficult to survive. A double drabble.
'Eat something,' Jack demanded, giving his husband a baleful glare.
'I'm not hungry,' Ianto insisted, pushing the plate of donuts away so they weren't dropping icing sugar all over his paperwork.
'You're not fine. You haven't had anything to eat all day.'
'Yes, Jack, and the human body can go days or even weeks without food.'
Jack scowled at his lover. 'I'm your boss. I could make it an order.'
Ianto chewed his lip, clearly growing annoyed with Jack's insistence. 'You could, but I don't think that would wash. And last I checked, technically I was the boss.'
'It's semantics,' Jack argued. 'I'm Head of Operations - Cardiff. So long as you're in Cardiff, I'm boss.'
'Pretty sure Director of Global Operations trumps that. I mean, so long as you're on the globe. And you should not be eating those,' he said, giving the pasties an accusatory finger.
'Why not?'
'Because donuts are not appropriate food for growing babies. High carbs, high sugar, way too much salt and should we even talk about saturated fats?'
'If you can't eat them when you're pregnant, when can you?'
Ianto picked them up and walked off with them. 'I'm not the one who's pregnant.'
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Date: 2021-07-28 09:31 pm (UTC)