Title: The Torchwood Buffet Mystery
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Team
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 264 – Holiday Food at tw100
Spoilers: None
Summary: There's a thief in the Hub…
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: As always, many thanks to my faithful reviewers, favouriters and followers, and to everyone who reads my fics. In case I don't get anything else posted before the 25th, HAPPY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. And to those of you who don't celebrate Christmas, then HAPPY HOLIDAYS, SEASON'S GREETINGS and other suitable seasonal messages of peace and joy. Whatever you do, wherever you are and however you celebrate, I wish you health and happiness, and the company of loved ones.
Torchwood's Christmas buffet was a thing of beauty, the entire team having pulled together, preparing and cooking the feast. Every kind of Christmas food imaginable was arrayed across tables that practically groaned under the weight.
Team and guests were in festive mood, filling plates and glasses, laughing and chatting merrily, until Owen's indignant voice silenced them.
"'Ere, who pinched the twiglets?"
Everyone looked at each other until a suspicious scrunching sound was heard from under the tables. Ianto lifted the cloth.
"Think I've found the culprit."
There was Nosy, its snout buried in the twiglet dish.
"Bloody typical," Owen grumbled.
The End
A/N2: For anyone unfamiliar with twiglets, they're little savory, brown, knobbly twig shaped snacks speckled with marmite. Like Nosy, I love them, but I understand a lot of people can't stand marmite, so I apologise. Nosy's an alien, it sometimes has strange tastes.