Owen snapped out of his little bubble, he looked about himself-

No one had noticed

Good

Right, now it was time to put his revenge plan into action

He had worked all night making this wonderful 'surprise' for Ianto

Custard cake

Well, it wasn't exactly a cake, but at least it looked like one

Ok, Owen thought. Time to dupe the tea boy!

Owen cleared his throat, 'Ianto? Can you come here a moment?' he asked sweetly as Ianto was passing from the archives. Teaboy was wearing a brand new, black suit. Perfect!

Ianto gave a small smile, and doubled back a bit, standing parallel to Owen who was sat at a table,

He's going to try and apologise, he thought wryly, no chance!

Owen put the cake on the table

'I just wanted to apologise Ianto, for what I did yesterday, I know I shouldn't of played football in the Hub, and I am really, really sorry! I got you a cake, it's not much, but I know how much you like sponge cake!'

Ianto looked at Owen, a bit lost for words. Was Owen really saying sorry? He looked across to the rest of the team, who shrugged at him.

Owen produced a knife, 'well, here you go, cut it if you want, if you don't want to- chuck it, I don't really care' he sat back in his chair.

Neutral expression on his face- check

Arms crossed- check

He made sure that he was wearing an old shirt.

Now he waited.

Ianto coughed slightly. Something about this wasn't quiet right. But then again- this was Owen; nothing was right where Owen was concerned.

Ianto sighed. He did seem sorry, he noted, and besides, it was only a cake, what harm could a cake be?

Ianto took up the knife, and made to cut the cake

The knife pierced the cake

There was a dull pop

The knife went through the cake

And...And...

An explosion of yellowness clouded his vision, and suddenly, he was very wet

The cake had exploded; the cake had been a balloon... A BALLOON COVERED IN ICING

The insides were just custard

Ianto stood there, drenched in custard from head to foot, the flavoured dessert giving a not so welcome coating to his brand new suit-

His brand new ARMANI suit.

He stood there stiffly, glaring at Owen, who has stuffed his fist in his mouth to catch the giggles he was trying so hard not to let out.

He let out a deep breath.

Then he did something that scared the life out of Owen.

Something he wasn't expecting.

Something that sent a shiver down his spine.

He smiled at him.

'Good one Owen' he said, and then he walked back to the archives, where another suit was waiting.

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