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Fic: Friday Plans
Title: Friday Plans
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Gwen, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 682
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: At the morning meeting in the boardroom, Jack announces important plans for Friday.
Written For: Weekend Challenge ‘Something To Celebrate’ at
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1_million_words.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“One final note,” Jack said at the end on the morning meeting. “I’ll be providing the doughnuts on Friday, so if anyone has any special requests for their favourite kind, make sure you let me know by Thursday evening, so I know what to get.”
Owen frowned. “Did I fall asleep and miss something? A minute ago, Tosh was talking about that… thing she’s been working on, and now we’re talking doughnuts?”
“Well, at least you’ve been paying attention this morning,” Ianto said with a smirk. “Up to a point.”
“Screw you, Teaboy.”
“That’s King of Coffee to you.” Ianto turned to Jack. “Would you like to request any particular coffee blend to go with the doughnuts?”
“No, I’ll leave that up to you. You’re the expert when it comes to coffee, I’m sure whatever you select will be perfect.”
“In that case, I think the Sumatran would be ideal to offset the sweetness of the doughnuts.”
“What is the big deal about Friday and doughnuts?” Owen was getting exasperated; Jack and Ianto seemed to be talking rings around the rest of the team. Even Tosh looked confused, and she usually knew what was going on, being the studious type.
“First Friday in June, National Doughnut Day!” Jack said, sounding like he couldn’t believe the rest of the team didn’t know.
“Isn’t that more of an American thing?” Tosh asked as she shuffled her papers together, back into their manila folder.
“Strictly speaking, I suppose so,” Ianto agreed, “but it’s doughnuts, and it IS to honour the brave Salvation Army ladies back in the first world war.”
“Lassies,” Jack corrected. “They were called Lassies, the only women allowed to visit the front lines who weren’t in the military. They fried up doughnuts in soldiers’ metal helmets, giving the brave lads a taste of home. Did wonders for morale.”
“In helmets? The helmets the soldiers wore? That’s… disgusting! Didn’t they know anything about hygiene?” Owen shuddered at the thought.
“I’m sure the helmets were cleaned first,” Ianto pointed out. “And afterwards, to get all the grease out.”
“The way you talk about it… Makes you sound like you were there.” Gwen was staring at Jack in interest.
“I was, and I remember it well. September of ‘seventeen, eastern France. I sounded American so I was serving with the American forces. I enjoyed many a doughnut, along with the other boys. Pies and cupcakes too, but mostly doughnuts. Can’t beat a good doughnut. They were smaller than you’d get nowadays, the basic ring kind rather than all the fancy filled and iced ones that’re popular now, but those doughnuts, and the Lassies who made them, brought smiles to the faces of the boys serving on the front lines everywhere they went.” Jack smiled reminiscently. “So this Friday, we’re eating doughnuts in memory of the girls who brought a small taste of home to boys half a world away from their families.”
“Well, I’m not one to turn down doughnuts, especially if I’m not the one paying for them. Count me in,” Gwen said with a smile. “As long as they’ve not been cooked in someone’s old helmet.”
“Me too,” said Tosh. “Traditional ring doughnuts for me, if possible. It’s a shame we probably can’t buy them freshly cooked and still hot, but this is Cardiff, not New York, so whatever’s available is fine with me.”
“Ianto’s already in. Owen?”
“’Course, free doughnuts is a no-brainer.”
“Doughnuts all around then.” Jack smiled in satisfaction.
“Aren’t doughnuts usually round?” Owen joked.
“These days, the jam-filled ones are on the squarish side,” Ianto said. “It’s what you have to expect with mass production.”
“I wish it was Friday already. All this talk about doughnuts…” Gwen trailed off. “I think I’ve put on two pounds already, and I haven’t had a doughnut yet. I might have to go on a diet until Friday.”
“Just don’t ask Jack what he has planned for Thursday.” Ianto gathered the empty coffee cups onto his tray and headed out of the boardroom to wash them.
“Why?” Owen called after him. “What’s Thursday?”
Jack beamed at him. “National Moonshine Day.”
Owen slapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t even want to know!”
The End
Owen frowned. “Did I fall asleep and miss something? A minute ago, Tosh was talking about that… thing she’s been working on, and now we’re talking doughnuts?”
“Well, at least you’ve been paying attention this morning,” Ianto said with a smirk. “Up to a point.”
“Screw you, Teaboy.”
“That’s King of Coffee to you.” Ianto turned to Jack. “Would you like to request any particular coffee blend to go with the doughnuts?”
“No, I’ll leave that up to you. You’re the expert when it comes to coffee, I’m sure whatever you select will be perfect.”
“In that case, I think the Sumatran would be ideal to offset the sweetness of the doughnuts.”
“What is the big deal about Friday and doughnuts?” Owen was getting exasperated; Jack and Ianto seemed to be talking rings around the rest of the team. Even Tosh looked confused, and she usually knew what was going on, being the studious type.
“First Friday in June, National Doughnut Day!” Jack said, sounding like he couldn’t believe the rest of the team didn’t know.
“Isn’t that more of an American thing?” Tosh asked as she shuffled her papers together, back into their manila folder.
“Strictly speaking, I suppose so,” Ianto agreed, “but it’s doughnuts, and it IS to honour the brave Salvation Army ladies back in the first world war.”
“Lassies,” Jack corrected. “They were called Lassies, the only women allowed to visit the front lines who weren’t in the military. They fried up doughnuts in soldiers’ metal helmets, giving the brave lads a taste of home. Did wonders for morale.”
“In helmets? The helmets the soldiers wore? That’s… disgusting! Didn’t they know anything about hygiene?” Owen shuddered at the thought.
“I’m sure the helmets were cleaned first,” Ianto pointed out. “And afterwards, to get all the grease out.”
“The way you talk about it… Makes you sound like you were there.” Gwen was staring at Jack in interest.
“I was, and I remember it well. September of ‘seventeen, eastern France. I sounded American so I was serving with the American forces. I enjoyed many a doughnut, along with the other boys. Pies and cupcakes too, but mostly doughnuts. Can’t beat a good doughnut. They were smaller than you’d get nowadays, the basic ring kind rather than all the fancy filled and iced ones that’re popular now, but those doughnuts, and the Lassies who made them, brought smiles to the faces of the boys serving on the front lines everywhere they went.” Jack smiled reminiscently. “So this Friday, we’re eating doughnuts in memory of the girls who brought a small taste of home to boys half a world away from their families.”
“Well, I’m not one to turn down doughnuts, especially if I’m not the one paying for them. Count me in,” Gwen said with a smile. “As long as they’ve not been cooked in someone’s old helmet.”
“Me too,” said Tosh. “Traditional ring doughnuts for me, if possible. It’s a shame we probably can’t buy them freshly cooked and still hot, but this is Cardiff, not New York, so whatever’s available is fine with me.”
“Ianto’s already in. Owen?”
“’Course, free doughnuts is a no-brainer.”
“Doughnuts all around then.” Jack smiled in satisfaction.
“Aren’t doughnuts usually round?” Owen joked.
“These days, the jam-filled ones are on the squarish side,” Ianto said. “It’s what you have to expect with mass production.”
“I wish it was Friday already. All this talk about doughnuts…” Gwen trailed off. “I think I’ve put on two pounds already, and I haven’t had a doughnut yet. I might have to go on a diet until Friday.”
“Just don’t ask Jack what he has planned for Thursday.” Ianto gathered the empty coffee cups onto his tray and headed out of the boardroom to wash them.
“Why?” Owen called after him. “What’s Thursday?”
Jack beamed at him. “National Moonshine Day.”
Owen slapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t even want to know!”
The End
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