"Ianto," Jack grinned, shaking the younger man awake. "Get up. It's white outside."
"It's called snow, Jack," Ianto mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. "It happens in the UK every now and then."
"Yeah, but it looks so good." Jack grinned. "I want to go out there and have some fun."
"We have fun in bed," Ianto moaned. "It's warmer, too."
"Get up," Jack sighed, ripping off Ianto's duvet, much to the Welshman's annoyance. But once he was up and had looked out the window, he had to agree: the snow did indeed look rather enticing.
Once the two men had eaten a hearty breakfast and wrapped up warm, they headed out into the back garden of Ianto's house, where a good five inches of snow covered the grass. Ianto knew this because he had purposefully found a ruler in his kitchen drawer and measured the depth in three places in the garden.
Jack scooped up a ball of snow and threw it at his lover, who angrily retorted by throwing a much larger one back. The two men battled like this for five minutes, until Jack had a much better idea.
"I want to build a snowman. I've never done that before. I've seen other people do it, but I've never had the chance."
Ianto gasped. "You serious?"
Jack nodded. "It seems only little kids make them. But we never had snow when I was a kid."
Ianto bent down to roll up some snow. "Come on then. Let's make you a snowman."
Three hours later, there wasn't just one snowman adorning Ianto's garden, but five.
"Something tells me these snow Torchwood people aren't as good as the real thing," Ianto said, shivering. "I'm going to make some coffee to warm up, do you want any?"
Jack nodded and followed Ianto inside. "I can think of something else that will warm us up," he grinned, wrapping his wet arms around Ianto's waist.
"Oh, I bet you can."