Ianto stood in the kitchen preparing the dinner for that evening. Stirring the liquid bubbling away in a saucepan to his right, the melodic swirling of the water helped his mind drift away and he thought about just how long and confusing his first day and been, and it wasn't even over.
Firstly, why were they expecting him?
Secondly, why did Mr Bates' face look familiar?
And third, why had only the footman looked confused by his arrival? At least Ianto assumed it was confusion on his face, after Thomas practically growled his name; he'd decided he was a man who generally kept his feelings to himself.
"I could have a friend here" Ianto thought, "If only he didn't seem so...evil?"