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As Ianto predicted, no one notices when the tall man steps out of a coffee shop with a tiny pregnant woman on his arm.

Teyla may notice the cold, though.

"My car's not far," Ianto says.

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"That is true." She grins. "Rodney would be fascinated by it."

"And that's Dr. McKay, right?"

"Yes. He would want to search for the source of bar's technology and take it apart to see what made it work."

"I suspect he'd be thwarted."

"No doubt he would. And be unbearable for days after." Despite her words, she has a fond smile on her face when she speaks about Rodney, as she would about any of her team.

Ianto smiles--Tosh would love McKay, he suspects.

He eats the last bite of his cake. "What's the next step?"

[ooc: Bedtime for me, though.]

"That is it," Teyla says. "There is nothing left to do but clean up."

[ooc: Goodnight.]

Ianto's face does a little "well, of course," grimace and he gathers up everything and takes it into the kitchen to wash.

Teyla hauls herself up off the floor and follows him. "I am allowed to assist with this part," she says, smiling.

He starts to give her a tea towel to tie around her waist, but her waist is somewhat larger than the towel.

And all his aprons are at the Hub. Oh, dilemmas.

Teyla just laughs. "I do not mind getting dirty."

She could hardly do her job well if she did.

"I was worried more about damp than dirty," he says, throwing his tie over his shoulder, and finds a somewhat larger dishtowel in one of the drawers. "This should do."

"Thank you," Teyla says primly, and ties the towel around her waist.

He runs the water and squirts in some dish soap. "I don't eat at home often."

"Your work is very time-consuming, I would imagine."

Ianto nods as he rolls up his sleeves. "Very much. I have to come to the bar if I want a good night's sleep."

"Is that not dangerous?" Teyla asks, pushing her sleeves up above her elbows as well. "You cannot be expected to do your job properly if you do not have sufficient sleep."

She knows. She's been there. Nightmares aren't terribly conducive to alertness.

Ianto shrugs and starts to wash the first cup. "It doesn't come up that often, really."

They're all running on Jack's circadian rhythms, it would seem.

Teyla nods. "I suppose it is inevitable on occasion. I myself have used the bar as a place of rest from time to time."

He hands her the soapy cup. "And most of the time I don't mind being at the Hub so much. It's better than being--well, anywhere else, just about."

He starts another.

Teyla rinses the cup and sets it in the dish rack. "Then you enjoy your work?"

He starts to say yes and then starts to say no, and then shrugs. "It has its rewards. You can't do a job like this and not love it, even when you resent it. You know?"

Teyla considers this for a moment. "I can...understand that."

"A few months ago," Ianto says slowly, "we were investigating some disappearances in the country, and Toshiko--one of the girls I work with--and I were, er, taken. And it was my first field assignment and everything went wrong . . . and I lost it a bit. I couldn't see how our being in danger was worth what we'd learn, and she said it was, that it was our duty to protect people.

"Which is something I'm trying to remember every day, now. This job isn't about us. It's about them." He nods out the window, to the city outside.

Teyla nods. It's something she understands much better. "It is a love of your people, then, that keeps you going, not the love of your work."