It was a rare lovely afternoon in South Wales – one not overrun with Weevils and Rift alerts. Jack and Ianto decided to take advantage of it while they could and put together a picnic to share in the park at the riverside.

"This looks cosy," Jack said, heading toward a shady spot with the blanket they'd brought.

Ianto, however, had gone a bit pale and was slowly backing away, looking ready to bolt.

"What?" Jack said, spinning around and seeing no Weevils in the weeds.

Ianto mutely pointed to a knot on a tree root.

Jack took a closer look to find it was, in fact, a young grass snake. "Oh, cool! I wish I had one of those perimeter flags to keep people from bothering it."

"Jack… can we just… go the opposite direction? Now."

Jack gave Ianto a curious look. "Are you afraid of snakes? They won't hurt you. They're more afraid -"

"Not bloody possible. I'm terrified. Come on."

"Scared of snakes…," Jack said, ushering Ianto away from the little creature. "What are you doing with me, then?" he snickered smugly.

Ianto crossed his arms defensively. "I said snakes, Jack. Not slow-worms."

"Ouch," Jack pouted. "You're a cold, cold man, Ianto Jones."

"Not what you said last night," Ianto smirked, going ahead with the blanket to find them a snake-free location for lunch.