"When life hands you lemons, I say, screw the lemonade, make me a sidecar. Or a Collins. Or a whiskey sour," Jack proclaimed, striding through the lobby of the grand hotel like he'd built it himself.

"What do you do when life hands you Lemsip?" Owen snarked, doing his best not to show how impressed he was with Jack's 'welcome home to me' gift to the team.

"Or when life doesn't supply the liquor to go with those lemons?" Gwen chimed in.

Jack just rolled his eyes and kept walking to the front desk.

"Good evening," Jack smiled winningly at the clerk. "We're gonna need five rooms – nice ones. Different floors, if possible." Then he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Except for two of them. Adjoining would best on those."

"Indeed, sir," the clerk said, impressed with whatever sort of dignitary Jack's psychic paper told him Jack was. "Only… does the young lady know of that arrangement, sir?"

"The young lady doesn't really need to know. The young gentleman, on the other hand, will be rather content with it, if past experience is any indication," Jack grinned.

Within a few minutes, Jack was passing out key-cards to his team.

"Now, just because we're staying all posh doesn't mean we aren't working. I'm going to book us for a debriefing meeting on the third floor. Take an hour to settle in, and be there – sharp. Got it?"

"So why don't we just debrief tomorrow when we can all get back to normal operations?" Owen complained.

"Because I said so," Jack said flatly.

Owen shook his head and shouldered his pack. Heading to the lifts and checking what floor he was on, he turned and gave Jack a look. "Thirteen. Trust you."

Jack winked. "If you tell me what number, I'll be up in 10 minutes."

"Piss off," Owen grumbled.

"See you in an hour," Jack said to Ianto and the ladies.

"Do you want me to set up the meeting?" Ianto called after Jack.

"Nope! Go settle in. Relax for a change," Jack called, already halfway to the stairs.

"Hardly likely, that," Gwen chuckled, going to ask the concierge about their wedding facilities.

Tosh shrugged apologetically at Ianto. He just shook his head and resisted the automatic inclination to follow Jack.

Up on the fifth floor, Ianto was pleased with the room he stepped into. Tidy, comfortable, upmarket. Just his style. The first thing he did was to pull out the luggage rack and begin hanging up his things, setting aside those which would need a quick press so he could sort that before the meeting.

He was considering sending his shoes down for a shine when there was a knock at the adjoining door. Just what he wanted, a 'friendly' neighbor. Why couldn't everyone understand the concept of keeping to oneself, Ianto wondered as he reluctantly unlatched the door to the next guest room.

"Neighbors…," Jack grinned broadly from the opposite side of the threshold.

"Coincidence or divine intervention?" Ianto mused with a cherubic smirk.

"Divine, for definite. Hope you don't mind the presumption. You can keep your side latched… if you really want to."

"Why would I want to?"

Jack half-shrugged, convincing no one of his indifference. "It has been a while."

Ianto nodded. "Yes, it has. So, I reiterate… why would I want to keep my side latched?"

Jack's face lit up, signaling a lot more than he realized. "Ok. So… you gonna invite me in or what?"

"Please," Ianto said, stepping aside.

"You're ironing?"

"Well, I didn't have time to pack the trousers properly…."

Jack sighed. "No ironing, Ianto Jones. Call housekeeping and have them pressed, if you must, but I told you to relax."

"Ironing is relaxing, Jack. Cleaning… very zen. You should try it some time."

"That sounds like a nightmare."

"Standing about on roofs sounds like a nightmare," Ianto pointed out. "Especially after that Christmas."

"Ok, that is a fair point. But I had some other relaxation techniques in mind."

"We only have 38 minutes until our meeting."

"Could be long enough. Still got the watch?"

"It won't be long enough to get dressed again for the meeting and, as you yourself said, we are still working."

"Ok, I might have employed a tiny ruse. And I'm kinda surprised you didn't catch me…."

"What? You mean that meeting on the third floor – which is occupied by a wellness spa in this establishment – isn't strictly business?"

"Well, it is, but… you know. I just thought, after having been gone a while…."

"Yeah, I know."

"Are they completely fucked off with me?"

Ianto shook his head. "I think 'frustrated' is the word. They don't understand."

"I'm assuming neither do you."

Ianto was quiet for a moment. "I don't really need to understand. The point is you're back. That's what matters."

Jack smiled. "That's why I came back. Think you'll be up for a late dinner tonight? Once we've had the mud and salts and oils and waxes washed off of us, I'm thinking a nice dinner would be in order."

"I am not waxing," Ianto said firmly.

"Fair enough. As long as you're not waning, either," Jack grinned. "So, dinner?"

"Alright."

"I know a guy who's got a nice bottle of wine around here too… if you're interested in that afterward."

"Bottle of wine? Is that what they're calling it these days?" Ianto smirked.

"In some nebulae," Jack grinned back.