The next day in the café Jack sat with Gwen and the others.
"So 'ows class with the tosser and the horndog? 'Erd you were all paired up by the Doc." Owen said between bites of food.
John smiled. "Tosh was right; he is pretty sharp, though not much of a conversationalist."
"Really, hmm we talk pretty regularly." Tosh said nonchalantly as she typed away on her lap top. "He was chatting with Martha last night, bout something or other." She then said.
"Maybe of you two would act like humans rather than sexual deviants he would have more to say to you." Owen said as he tossed back his milk in a single gulp.
Gwen came along and sat her tray on the table. "Who's a sexual deviant?"
"Besides you, there's Jon, this guy, and prolly Adam he seems repressed though, but I can see him doing some really nasty things to a bird in a darkened alley." Owen said as he popped the cap off his second jug of milk.
Gwen swatted him on the arm. "Mind your tongue, Owen!"
"Rather mind yours, OY now you got me doing it!" He eyed Jack. "Damn randy infectious bastard!" He muttered and stabbed at his food.
Jack could only smile and laugh at Owen Harpers frustration.
Gwen shrugged. "Whatever, so Jack how's it been going so far, with classes and all."
Jack shrugged, "Boring, lots of boring, they're classes. Though the Doctor fellow sure is energetic, what's his deal with bananas?"
"Guess he really like them." Tosh offered up. "Hmmm I wouldn't mind one right now, she said and hopped up, to go get one."
Jack looked at Gwen. "So speaking of tongues, in lab the other day Ianto spoke in tongues. Made no sense to me what so ever; do they teach that here or is it some secret gab of his own making?"
Gwen did not hide her disappointment. "How would I know?!" She then mumbled. "Gwastraffu fy amser gyda'r idiot hon trwchus!" (Wasting my time with this thick idiot!)
Jack blinked. "THAT WAS IT!"
Gwen almost fell backwards; Rhys sort of caught her unexpectedly.
"Keep it down mate!" Rhys chided. "What's it?" He asked as he sat down.
Jack smiled. "That...what she just said! What was that?!"
Gwen frowned at him. "Which part Jack, you'll have to be more specific."
Jack leaned in. "That stuff at the end, the babbly stuff."
Gwen gave him a look. "You mean the Welsh?"
"Babbly stuff?" Rhys cut in. "What do you mean by babbly stuff?!" he asked.
Jack looked around. "Welsh huh, interesting. Oh sorry it was the best way I could describe it."
"You are in Wales after all, and you never heard it before?" Rhys asked incredulously.
Jack shrugged. "Guess I never really listened much."
"I got to run lovey, meeting the lads for a match, and then I am all yours after words." Rhys said while getting up.
Jack smiled. "Ohh the lads, is their room for one more?"
"Not a chance, and I won't safe your arse when you end up getting ripped to shreds in the scrum." Rhys said. "This is rugby not some orgy brought to you by Jack can't keep his hands to himself Harkness!" He said.
Rhys had gotten somewhat used to Jack's amorous ways, but he was genuinely insulted to have his native tongue referred to as 'babbly stuff'.
Gwen looked at Jack sadly. "You really are thick sometimes."
Gwen got up to get herself a bag of cookies and another water; she was shaking her head as she went.
"What….what did I say?" Jack asked seriously clueless.
Owen tossed a chip at Jack; and laughed a bit.
"The Welsh don't got much, but they take their language seriously." Owen offered up. "You're right though; it does sound like rubbish." He said.