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The Bar has an uncanny ability to sense when Ianto comes into Milliways to brood: she always asks him to bartend on those days. He supposes this is a good thing: it keeps him from dwelling too much in his own head.

There's nothing wrong with playing to his own strengths, too.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
Vermont Coffee
Gunline Coffee
Newfoundland Coffee

He takes off his jacket and tie, and rolls up his sleeves.

Ninja!barista!teaboy on duty.

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"Greetings, Ianto Jones!" Teja says. "Or am I to say Ianto, instead of your whole name?"

He is leaning by the bar, looking very un-Gothic in jeans, sneakers, and a grey tee-shirt with a Harley Davidson logo.

Ianto blinks at him. "Greetings, Teja. Just Ianto is always fine.

"Whose wardrobe did you raid?"

"I asked the bar for clothes from the future," Teja says, "and I was given this."

Pause.

"What is in these special coffees?"

"They suit you," Ianto says.

"The Vermont has maple syrup and rum, the Gunline has spices and chocolate, and the Newfoundland has rum and a couple different liqueurs. I thought I'd mix things up a bit."

"I would have that with the maple syrup and rum," Teja says. "I know not what a 'Vermont' is, otherwise; but the mixture sounds interesting."

"A Vermont," says Ianto as he gets the coffee pot, "is a place where they grow maple trees and make syrup."

He begins mixing.

"Ahhh," Teja says, "like a vineyard, for wine?"

Ianto chuckles. "In America, the country is divided into states. Like shires or provinces, I suppose. One of the states is called Vermont. The maple tree equivalent of a vineyard is called a sugar bush."

He twirls the cup as he pours in the maple syrup and then sets it in front of Teja.

Teja sips it.

"This is very good!" he says. "Is Vermont a place of many sugar bushes, then?"

"I assume so. It's what they're famous for." He leans on the bar, lazily swishing a tea towel back and forth. "I've never been."

"The new lands beyond the oceans are far from where you live, are they not?" Teja says, drinking his coffee.

"Thousands of miles," Ianto says. "It is four times as far from London to New York as it is from Rome to Constantinople."

"You know, I'm almost as magically drawn to coffee called Gunline Coffee as I am to today's bartender," says a familiar voice from along the bar. Jack drapes his coat over a stool and sits, smiling.

"I wonder why that could be?"

"Oh," Teja says. "I am sure, before there were flying machines, men did not travel back and forth very often. It would have taken long."

"Weeks by boat, I believe. I'd have to look it up."

Ianto smiles.

Catch it quick before it disappears!

"Because you like things that remind you of your glory days on the front lines?"

"Ah, the days of my youth," Jack says, with a chuckle.

"Or maybe I just found a theme that works for me. I'm stuck in my ways already. Is that terrible?"

"You know," Lorne says, leaning across the bar like he's imparting a secret, "there are other beverages in the world than coffee."

"I don't know, sir, I rather like your ways."

"There are," Ianto confirms, "but they're not as good."

"No," Lorne concedes. "Some of them are better."

"Oh no, 'long' suffices as description," Teja says. "I do not mean to make the voyage by boat; if I go there, I go from here, through somebody's door."

"Depends on what you want from it, I suppose. But there are few drinks that have all the nuances and layers of coffee.

"I will serve you whatever you like, of course. I just specialize in coffee."

"Hmm, I hadn't noticed," he replies, exceedingly dry apart from a predictable glint in the eye.

"Best way," says Ianto. "Better in a blink of an eye than hours and hours, even by plane."

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