I love Janto: yeah it is.
Professor Alice Song: thanks.
biancurath: maybe I'll add the other version to that chapter sometime. Hopefully Ianto thinks the thought counts, at least Jack didn't forget.
Gallee: thanks for the fave.
"I still don't get what the aliens wanted with the poet convention," Ianto said after he and Jack finished off retconning a surprising amount of people. They hadn't known poetry was that popular.
"I was a poet once," Jack said. "I have several muses who all met each other one day."
"That must have been a really bad day for you," Ianto replied. He could just imagine Jack awkwardly trying to explain what was going on.
"Actually it worked out really well." Ianto could guess what happened from the wistful expression Jack suddenly had on his face.
"You know I can't imagine you writing great poems."
"Art in the eye of the beholder Yan."
"Your poetry was horrible wasn't it?"
Jack deadpanned. "Some of it was really bad, alot was ok and some was great. My poetry never got famous though which is just as well since I mostly did it to get ladies and guys."
Ianto laughed. "Of course you did."