"No coffee?" Jack pouted, coming out of his office.

Ianto glanced up from the computer he was sat at, then looked at his watch. "I'll be putting some on in about 7 minutes, sir."

"Oh. I thought maybe you were doing your vinegar cleaning thing…. Isn't that apple cidre vinegar I smell?"

Ianto frowned. "It is not, sir. In fact, it was a very old bottle of beer which someone left under the couch and which spilt over while I was cleaning earlier." At this, Ianto turned a glare toward the autopsy bay.

"Oh, I see. Revision VI of the Torchwood Cardiff Policies and Procedures Manual you're working on, is it?"

Ianto raised his brows and nodded curtly.

"I'll call the meeting first thing tomorrow," Jack promised, ducking back into his office.