All is Fair
Jack tries, unsuccessfully, to wipe the smile off his face. The others are also grinning widely.
They have stepped out onto the Plas for a breath of fresh air and taken childish pleasure in discovering a small travelling fair has set up some traditional stalls on the paving stones. There is a tiny merry-go-round, where a couple of young boys are pretending to race each other, one on a police motorcycle, the other on a unicorn whose paint has clearly seen better days. They are neck and neck all the way.
Jack is carrying a large toy panda, which for reasons no one understands is pink and mauve instead of black and white. He has won it on the coconut shy. Myfanwy can have it up in her nest for company, he decides.
Tosh has some candy floss, Owen is polishing off his second hot dog, even Ianto has given into guilty pleasure and is eating a choc ice. They are watching Gwen, who has handed her money over on the shooting gallery. She is anxious to impress her new colleagues. She puts the gun down and looks round at Jack, clearly expecting approval. She has not been with Torchwood for long and never really knows what to expect from her boss.
Jack manages to regain a straight face. "I think," he says slowly, "that we must schedule some practise time in our shooting range."
A shadow passes across Gwen's face. "But I thought I did quite well there. I hit all of them." She gestures to the stall. She is indignant at being slighted in front of her new colleagues.
"You did," says Jack. "You hit everything you aimed at. But you were supposed to be aiming at the moving tin ducks on the back row."
"But I shot the teddy bears," says Gwen, confused.
"Yes," says Jack reaching into his wallet and handing the stall holder two fifty pound notes. "You just shot the heads off all the prizes."