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"Hunger should not be ignored … people have died from it"

"Grandy?" Penny whined softly as he slumped against the doorway "My house has no raw toast and I am starving for some."

"Starving for bread are you?" Ianto said absently as he reached for the bread bin and Ton beat him.

"It' OK buddy, I got you covered. Honey or jam?"

"Oh gods, I would give my left big toe for peanut butter man!" Penny said theatrically lifting his foot to show he was more than willing if Ton decided to whip out a knife for the extraction. Ton worked quickly to save his nephew form certain doom as Ianto settled to watch the red plates coming out and more sandwiches joining in along with some grapes and even a peeled orange.

"Oh Tonny. You are so good at that." Penny gushed as he followed him to the table and pulled the chair out, scrambling up to watch the plates get set out.

"Drink?"

"Oh yes please!" Penny squealed, looking at Ianto and then clasping his hands and lowering his head.

Ianto did not do this at his table but knew Curtis allowed something Penny had done for the first years of his life and believed it was up to him to decide if he ever wanted to stop, so Ianto shook out his paper and started to read as Penny spoke softly "Thank you to the great writer of my book for the wonderful chapter you are writing today."

Ianto glanced at him with surprise as the prayer had definitely changed from the religious God one he had heard in the past. Seems the boy was deciding after all.

"Thank you for my lovely Tonny and my wonderful food. Thank you for my family and for always trying to find a way to make us happy even if we are a bit crazy sometimes" Penny paused, then finished with "And thank you for letting me be part of this big book called Harkness-Jones. I know there will be other books and other people in the chapters of my life but please don't forget to add more Ton here and there."

"Here, Here" Ianto said softly and Penny lit up as his Grandy accepted the prayer as a good one. He hadn't said it before and he eagerly bit into some sandwich with a hum of happiness.

Perfect.

Ya can't write stuff so good.