8 Eight shops are billing
Ianto sat back in his chair and frowned as he tried to unstick the receipt from the back of the piece of paper he wanted to look at. They did not appear to go together, the captain doing his usual emptying of pockets into a shoebox and walking away.
Well … today is was a containment box full of papers but close.
He had already listed the first two things without problems but now he was getting to the 'pocket pets' as he called them.
"What the hell is this?" Ianto held up the invoice, then sighed, picking up the phone. He soon learnt that this was a bill for a plate glass window Jack had thrown a weevil through and had been unable to get out of. Typical. Ianto investigated. Andy laughed as he told Ianto he had found the weevil laying in a lump of fur coats and Jack trying to put an arm back on a mannequin while apologising to it. Funny how some people speak to objects.
"General Expenses" Ianto muttered, adding 'WH' for Weevil Hunt.
"Fish and chip shop." Ianto muttered as he read the next one "General Expenses … ah …. Food."
He squinted at the next little one then growled deep in his throat "Shrimp. Damn it. General Expenses 'Pet' or do I put 'visitor' instead."
He made a mental note to check the bloody Gerparlians later to see if they needed more. He had no idea how often they feasted but it seemed to him that half a pound would not be enough with their little offspring growing so quickly, speaking of which "Gordane Stewart Catering. Right. Fucking Unit, ah …. Oh We can put that under ….ah …. Interoffice Liaison."
Ianto yawned, plucking out another one "Right. Ah. Car wash. Really?"
Ianto looked into his empty cup and sighed, rising to get a refill from his personal coffee machine then turned with the carafe still in his hand as another cup appeared like magic. "Sir, you didn't tell me you were going to call by …. Usually you dump and run."
"Hi there" Jack said happily "Was in the neighbourhood."
"I see … with your mug" Ianto nodded, "While you are here, I am doing your monthly expense…."
"Ah. Was that Tosh calling?" Jack sprang back, "Gotta go."
Ianto went to reply and was stopped by the soft kiss "Thanks Tiger."
With a shake of his head, Ianto went back to the containment box of doom, plucking out another one. He settled in his chair to stare at it, then curse "Galactic standard. What the hell was that little fucker here for. We … reimbursed him a what? A Binary Transducer? Little shit. Damn it, Jack should stop giving everything to him just because he wriggles that tight arse. Mind … he does have a nice little arse. Don't tell Jack I said that. He still thinks his bum is the best."
A soft click of a reply as Mainframe hummed softly at her little one, watching over him as she changed the lighting to soothe more.
Poor little one was only eight invoices in … half a box to go.
She started some soft music.
Might help.