"Put the plate down and back away slowly."
"But she loves it." Gwen grinned over her shoulder.
Jack speed-dialled Ianto. "Get a bucket." He spotted the warning signs as he reached the bottom step and rushed to get Gwen out of the way of the impending explosion.
Gwen winced at the stench of reprocessed Shepherd's pie.
"To achieve optimum flight weight, what goes in, must come out. It's why we feed Myfanwy on the roof."
tw100 — challenge #2: pie