"Damn weevils," Ianto complains under his breath as he feels a sharp pain for the millionth time, from where the weevil bit him 2 days ago. "During the walk home, I need to…"
"Weevils in your harvested crops too?" a man behind Ianto asks.
"Huh?" Ianto asks, confused as he's brought from his trance.
"Hi, I'm Gareth. Entomologist with a specialty in management of crop pests." Gareth puts out his hand to shake Ianto's. "I can help with your weevil problem."
Ianto shakes Gareth's hand. "Uh, thanks, but I…"
"So what kind of crop do you have?" Gareth asks as he gently forces Ianto to come sit with him on a bench.
"I don't…" Ianto begins again.
"Weevils are particularly problematic in the starchy crops…" Gareth begins his speech with.
Seeing he's not going to get out of this, Ianto just huffs and settles in for the speech.
A/N: I just learned that there are insects that are called weevils… My first thought was "I have to write a story about this"… I just about broke into a grin (it was a just about because it was in class when I discovered this and was sitting near the front row of class *and the teacher happened to be looking in my direction*)