Gwen and Owen's secret has not been much of a secret now that Tosh knew about it. While she was out they have been talking constantly and breaking her computer was not making it any better.
"You're too skinny to be good."
"Am not! Peter crouch is skinny AND tall you don't see anyone else complaining!"
"I bet you couldn't even kick a football."
"Yes I could, just get me one and I bet u a quid I would be able to hit Ianto straight in the head."
"Hey!"
"No, Owen."
"Awww…"
"A Fiver."
"HEY!"
"Deal!"
They shook hands and both turned to Ianto who mysteriously disappeared out of the room. Looking around the room, Owen found the football he just happened to have under his desk. He took it and kicked it around trying to act like he knew what he was doing. His last trick didn't turn out as planned and the ball flew straight towards Tosh's desk knocking the plug out of its socket.
"She's going to kill you for that."
"Lets blame Ianto."
"No, Owen."
"Awww"
