7

They sat at the café that was called a Diner here and Ton canted his head as he turned to his Taddy, "People don't say please?"

"Hmm?"

"They are ordering, not requesting" Ton said.

"Over here the waiter or waitress is expected to get what they want, it's not asked for. British people are polite and ask for something but you know, the person you are asking is being paid to get it. Over here saying please can sometimes make it sound like you are being bossy or a bit demanding wanting it quicker." Curtis explained "You see, over here we tip to say thank you. We leave extra money for the person who served us to show we appreciate them. People are not being rude by not saying please love, it's just not needed. Same as Thank you. They get paid less here for their work than at home, those tips are what helps them provide for their families"

"Really?" Ton looked at Taddy who nodded, "Wow."

"Demi there looks like she is a student, probably pays for her schooling with the money she makes" Ianto said softly, "If people don't leave tips the money she gets in her pay-packet might not be enough to pay for her food and lodging."

"So … tipping is being polite. You say please and thank you with money" Ton nodded "That makes sense. Why is it different?"

"Just how it is love" Ianto said softly "Different countries have different rules remember? This country uses money in a different way. We have to remember to be polite and always leave some money as a thank you in places like this."

"Yeah" Ton said as their food arrived and Demi smiled down at him.

"Are you in school? My Taddy thinks you are" Imp asked.

"Yes. University, I'm studying modern dance" she smiled then looked across the table to the one who had come back from the bathroom while the orders were being taken, the pate the nice Welsh man had ordered for the empty seat hovering. "Walter Harkness-Jones?"

"Yeah" Walter grinned as he accepted the plate, "Thank you."

She walked away and Ton looked at Ianto who knew the question forming, "It is still polite to say thank you love. Might be nice for the staff to know someone sees their hard work."

Ton and Imp nodded as that made sense and they dug into their food, both eager to see what the tip would look like.

It was crisp money, a fifty dollar bill that was twice as much as the entire meal.

Walter had been raised right, just like his brothers.

He always said thank you to the important people.