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Ianto watches her, worried. "You can sit in my flat," he reassures her. "Put your feet up and--well, if you need a doctor the one I know best has terrible bedside manner but lots of knowledge and experience. So. Um."

"It is nothing," she assures him. "He is merely kicking."

And then, mostly because she wants to see if the idea unnerves him as much as it had John, she adds, "Would you like to feel?"

"The baby kicking?"

His face does several things, subtly.

"Certainly, yes." His palm hovers over her belly.

She smiles and takes his hand, pressing it to her belly, low on the right side.

"Dr. Keller says he will be a...soccer star."

Ianto chuckles. "Well," he says softly, fascinated. "Isn't that something.

"Soccer's a game you play mostly by kicking. Over here we call it football."

"Yes. They play it in Atlantis at times."

She grins when she sees the expression on his face.

He smiles and removes his hand. "Isn't Atlantis a city on water? Where could they play a decent game of football?"

He takes her elbow to lead her to his flat.

"There are several wide, flat piers that are often used for such games. John uses them for...the other football? Whenever he can get enough people together."

"American football, I assume." He unlocks his door and holds it open for her.

It's small and tidy and clearly the home of someone who isn't there much.

It reminds her vaguely of Rodney's quarters--though perhaps a bit tidier--which she supposes is appropriate.

"Yes, I believe that is the sport. I confess I do not entirely understand it."

"Neither do I." He hangs his coat and puts the satchel on the kitchen table. "So, how do we set this up?"

"It should be on the floor," Teyla says, looking around the flat for a suitable place. "Though the tray should be set up in advance."

Ianto nods, and moves his coffee table out of the way to clear an open space. He places a cushion on the floor, as well, and then gets a serving tray out of the kitchen.

He Is Ianto. He Gets Things Done.

Teyla sets about unpacking the items they will need from Ianto's ~~bag of holding~~ satchel.

She folds the cloth over the tray, suddenly much more somber than she has been on the rest of the trip.

"Do you want music or candles or anything like that?"

"Candles if you have them," Teyla says quietly. "No music."

He gets out two tall beeswax candles (he likes the scent) and wood candlesticks.

Teyla begins to set the items on the tray: the two cups, side by side on one end, the sugar and kiras seed on the other and the box with the terron cakes between them. She hands the pot to Ianto. "It is best with an herbal tea, but anything will do."

"I have mint, will that do?"

She considers this for a moment. "Yes. That should be fine."

He gets out a tin of tea leaves and a strainer. "I've black as well but I think mint is better suited, really."

[ooc: Bedtime for me. Is late.]

"Yes, I believe so," Teyla says, watching him as he works.

[ooc: Goodnight.]

Ianto does his Ianto-ish thing with the tea and sets the pot on the tray.

"There. Is everything read?"

Teyla glances over the tray (which looks, more or less, like this). "And a small spoon," she says.

he gets a small spoon from the drawer and sets it on the tray. "There."