




“…so by that logic the whole second canto is obviously a veiled critique of Meroc’s appropriation of the Hebitian epic style for State propaganda purposes, and - uh - Garak?”
“Yes?”
“Are you playing footsie?”
“What a charming term! I’m not familiar with it. But please do continue, Doctor - I’m eager to see how this fascinatingly wrongheaded analysis of yours will play out.”
“Hang on - I’m winning, aren’t I? I’m winning the argument, and you’re trying to distract me.”
“Whatever do you mean.”
Sometimes my Torchwood nostalgia comes back. Ianto babe I miss you. And your pet pterodactyl.
(The spirit of Ianto is helping me learn how to operate cafe coffee machines, extra bonus for it being in Cardiff)