"I like that one," Gwen said, pointing a finger at the screen. Ianto looked at the specs and nodded in agreement.

"Yup, that will do nicely," he said. "Shall we do it?" At Gwen's nod he opened his wallet and pulled out a credit card. Making the on line purchase, he smiled at her. "That's done. I paid for a fast delivery, so hopefully we'll have it by the end of the week. "

"What do you think Jack will say about that?" She asked. He shrugged. Unless Jack was here when it arrived, he probably wouldn't notice. He usually let the domestic stuff of running the place to Ianto, and pretty much let him do what he wanted.

Ianto printed out a copy of his order and placed the paperwork in a folder, then headed out the door and up the stairs to do some work in the tourist office above.

~*~

A few days later Jack was drawn out of his office by the sound of someone grunting. Curious that someone might be exerting themselves when he wasn't involved; he went to find out what was going on.

He was greeted by the sight of Rhys and Ianto pulling a rather large box off the lift.

"Christ, Ianto, couldn't you have picked out something smaller?" Rhys groaned, trying to push the two-wheeler back under the box again.

"Gwen picked it out, blame her," Ianto puffed. He looked decidedly disheveled, which wasn't all that bad a thing in Jack's opinion.

"Oi!" Gwen protested from where she stood out of the way, ostensibly supervising them. Jack leaned against a support beam and crossed his arms. He watched as the two men maneuvered the box back onto the hand truck and carefully moved it down the steps and over to the kitchen. It was only once they had it in position that they noticed Jack standing there watching them.

"Thanks for helping," Rhys said sarcastically, taking in Jack's nonchalant stance. It was obvious that he had been there for some time watching them from the grin on his face.

"You didn't ask," he said. "What is it?"

"A fridge," Rhys said, helping Ianto slice the edges of the box with a knife, revealing the large silver exterior.

Jack looked confused. "We have a fridge."

"The operative word was had," Ianto said as he helped Rhys push the appliance into position. Jack walked over to where they were, stepping over the discarded cardboard. "The old one died."

"It did?" Jack asked. "When?"

"About two weeks ago. I went to go clear it out and everything had gone off," Ianto said absently, picking up a cloth and wiping the fingerprints off the front. "There, that should do it." Rhys climbed off the counter where he had leant over the back to plug in the power. A low hum started when the fridge powered up and Ianto opened the door, pulling the tape off the shelves that had been holding everything in place while in transit. Turning the temperature down, he closed the door and smiled at Rhys. "Thanks, I couldn't have done it by myself."

"No problem, mate." Rhys said, clasping the other man on the shoulder. "It's all about logistics." They shared a grin before he turned to his wife. "And don't you get any ideas about one of these in our flat. It would never fit." Gwen pouted and he picked her up, hugging her tight. She laughingly told him to put her back down, but he refused, instead walking backwards out of the kitchen area and leaving the two men alone.

"Crazy kids," Jack asked as Rhys and Gwen wandered off in the direction of her desk. She was laughing while he was trying to nuzzle her neck. "Why so big?"

Ianto raised an eyebrow as he looked at Jack. "Because size matters?" Jack laughed and gave the other man a suggestive look. "And because I have this hope that we can actually make up some meals and freeze them rather than eat take-away all the time. I'm sick and tired of tossing out whatever it is that we forget is in there. Besides, it will be healthier for us this way."

"Far be it from me to suggest a less than healthy lifestyle," Jack said with a grin. "But how are you going to find time to cook?"

"Ah, I brought my secret weapon from home," Ianto said, turning to the counter and indicating a box. As Jack looked on in inquiry, he pulled something out of the box. "A slow cooker. Easy to set up and run out on for a few hours without anything burning."

Jack walked over and peered inside the pot. "Ianto, you are a marvel."

"Thank you, sir." Ianto said, looking pleased with himself. He already had plans to do some shopping and have enough supplies on hand to get them started. "Gwen had been complaining that all the take-away was making her gain weight, and even with the running around we do, I was beginning to feel a bit sluggish, living on caffeine and Chinese."

"Always a lethal combination," Jack mused as he leaned against the counter and regarded the other man. Ianto was picking up the discarded cardboard and folding it to throw away.