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m_findlowTitle: Mix and match
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 219 - Blended at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jack thinks he's helping but has made a blunder.
When Jack finished reviewing his files on the Shadow Proclamation's latest assignment, he put them away, locked the room that counted as his office and wandered down the street. It was nice to know that whilst he was toiling away, Ianto was equally busy just a short walk down the road. The sun was still slowly setting on an otherwise beautiful day. As far as tiny little backwater planets went, this wasn't a bad place to spend a few hundred years.
The colourful shop windows on the corner of the street caught Jack's eye immediately. He loved wandering past, looking at people clamouring inside all desperate to buy up some of Ianto's baked goodies. Who knew it would go from being just a few favours to their neighbours, into a full blown business - or at least as much business as a few hundred locals could drum up, which was plenty.
He pushed open the door and saw that like most days, there was scarcely a muffin left in the display. Most of what was sold was made to order, but Ianto still kept a small cabinet of endless variety stocked for passers by who couldn't resist a sweet treat.
'Honey, I'm here!' Jack called out, slipping behind the counter and into the kitchen beyond. 'I- Woah…' he said instead, seeing Ianto still at full throttle. So much for nearly being done.
'Have you considered an apprentice?' Jack asked, stepping in front of Ianto just long enough to quickly peck him on the cheek.
'I just need to finish up last orders for tomorrow morning,' he promised. 'The blueberry crumble cake is almost done and I’ve got to finish piping lemon curd into these angel drop cakes.'
'Anything I can help with?'
'Yeah, actually. There’s some bowls of fudge mixture over there,' he said pointing. 'Can you just pour them in the tray to set?'
'No problem,' Jack said, spotting the two bowls of fudge. There was only one tray, and having not made it before, he poured both in and used the end of the spoon to swirl patterns in it, blending them together. It wasn’t until he was almost done that Ianto saw it.
'No! That was one batch of dark chocolate fudge and one of the cappuccino!'
'But there was only one tray!' Jack replied, defending his actions. 'I assumed they were meant to be blended.' He licked a little off the end of the spoon. 'Tastes good to me,' he said, offering the spoon to Ianto.
Ianto gave it a lick. 'Actually, that is quite good. I’ve been so flat out I haven’t invented any new recipes in ages. Jack's choco-latte fudge surprise. I think it'll be a big hit.'
'Always good to know I contribute something valuable to this marriage,' Jack teased.
'Any urge to become my new apprentice?'
Jack laughed. 'No chance. I might have fluked it once but promise you I'd ruin more goodies than I create. Think I'll stick to intergalactic negotiations.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 219 - Blended at
anythingdrabbleSummary: Jack thinks he's helping but has made a blunder.
When Jack finished reviewing his files on the Shadow Proclamation's latest assignment, he put them away, locked the room that counted as his office and wandered down the street. It was nice to know that whilst he was toiling away, Ianto was equally busy just a short walk down the road. The sun was still slowly setting on an otherwise beautiful day. As far as tiny little backwater planets went, this wasn't a bad place to spend a few hundred years.
The colourful shop windows on the corner of the street caught Jack's eye immediately. He loved wandering past, looking at people clamouring inside all desperate to buy up some of Ianto's baked goodies. Who knew it would go from being just a few favours to their neighbours, into a full blown business - or at least as much business as a few hundred locals could drum up, which was plenty.
He pushed open the door and saw that like most days, there was scarcely a muffin left in the display. Most of what was sold was made to order, but Ianto still kept a small cabinet of endless variety stocked for passers by who couldn't resist a sweet treat.
'Honey, I'm here!' Jack called out, slipping behind the counter and into the kitchen beyond. 'I- Woah…' he said instead, seeing Ianto still at full throttle. So much for nearly being done.
'Have you considered an apprentice?' Jack asked, stepping in front of Ianto just long enough to quickly peck him on the cheek.
'I just need to finish up last orders for tomorrow morning,' he promised. 'The blueberry crumble cake is almost done and I’ve got to finish piping lemon curd into these angel drop cakes.'
'Anything I can help with?'
'Yeah, actually. There’s some bowls of fudge mixture over there,' he said pointing. 'Can you just pour them in the tray to set?'
'No problem,' Jack said, spotting the two bowls of fudge. There was only one tray, and having not made it before, he poured both in and used the end of the spoon to swirl patterns in it, blending them together. It wasn’t until he was almost done that Ianto saw it.
'No! That was one batch of dark chocolate fudge and one of the cappuccino!'
'But there was only one tray!' Jack replied, defending his actions. 'I assumed they were meant to be blended.' He licked a little off the end of the spoon. 'Tastes good to me,' he said, offering the spoon to Ianto.
Ianto gave it a lick. 'Actually, that is quite good. I’ve been so flat out I haven’t invented any new recipes in ages. Jack's choco-latte fudge surprise. I think it'll be a big hit.'
'Always good to know I contribute something valuable to this marriage,' Jack teased.
'Any urge to become my new apprentice?'
Jack laughed. 'No chance. I might have fluked it once but promise you I'd ruin more goodies than I create. Think I'll stick to intergalactic negotiations.'
