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As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.

[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: ~~Work-relate slowtime in effect.~~]

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Ianto shakes his head. "I don't recall hearing about that . . . we probably aren't.

"2006, though, that's my year. If there are records I could find them, but again, only if our Earth is the same."

Hurley shrugs. "It's okay, dude. I mean... for plane crash survivors, we're doing pretty okay."

"That's good. No going hungry, no being stalked by angry natives . . ." He tries to remember what happened in Robison Crusoe but it's been too long since he last read it.

"Yeah, don't think so," Hurley says. "And the hunger thing kinda... solved itself. At least for me."

"Yeah," Ianto says with a nod. "The bar. Thank God for it."

Even if all he's having is a cup of coffee. Sometimes it's just the break from normalcy that a man needs to find his feet again.

"I would be a lot more freaked out if I didn't know I had a little haven of... fried chicken and... stuff," Hurley says.

"All the food in the universe and you're sticking to fried chicken?"

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"...I like chicken," Hurley says with a shrug.

"Well, I come here for the coffee so I suppose I have no right to judge."

But it is really good coffee.

Hurley flashes a smile. "Yeah, good point," he says. "So, dude. Like... where are you from and stuff?"

"Cardiff, Wales. Great Britain," he adds, because very few people know what a 'Wales' is.

"Huh, neat," Hurley says. "That's cool. I don't think I've ever met, like, a Waler before."

"We're called 'Welsh'," Ianto says, utterly failing not to wince.

"Oh, sorry dude," Hurley says. "If it's any consolation, I didn't think you were, like, a whale hunter."

"It would be awkward in this suit."

Hurley nods and smiles. "That's cool, dude. Well, I guess, like... I should probably let you get back to your diary. Was nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you, too. Take care, Hurley."

He turns back to his diary.

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