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vocab_drabblesTitle: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 300
Characters: Ianto, Hyacinth Bucket
Summary: Ianto is on retcon duty again, because, who else is going to do it?
Notes: I wouldn’t call this a crossover; I just thought it would be fun to add a splash of “Keeping Up Appearances.” I haven’t watched it in a very long time, nor do I know anything about UK gardening competitions.
Ianto smirked to himself as he listened to their witness excitedly describing the alien she’d spied lurking in her backyard. When Jack and his irresistible charisma weren’t around, it usually fell to Ianto to handle the public. Tosh always insisted she wasn’t good with people, and Owen often exacerbated the situation rather than keeping things under control. Gwen hadn’t been in charge of handing out the retcon since the time she argued with Jack for two hours, having decided a housewife in Aberdare should keep her memories of the kind blowfish who'd saved her kitty.
People were easy to finesse with few well-placed compliments, although the reasons could differ. Some were arrogant types whose egos were pleased that you recognized their greatness. Others were flattered at being made to feel good about themselves. There were also a few that were uncomfortable with the attention. Ianto knew this well because he was one of them. He preferred to be underestimated, although he had a love-hate relationship with being invisible. It served his purposes well, but sometimes…
“That’s a lovely garden you have, Mrs. Bouquet,” Ianto told the woman when he saw her tirade was winding down, watching her face light up at his words.
“Oh, thank you! It takes a sophisticated touch to grow prize-winning flowers, you know. It’s not my house, of course, I’m merely looking after the property for an acquaintance, but I couldn’t very well let those begonias wilt away.”
“I’ve never seen such a green thumb.”
“I was second place in the Community Gardens Competition three years running. If you’d like to come inside, I can show you some photos. And do call me Hyacinth, dear.”
“I’d love to, Hyacinth, maybe a spot of tea?”
“Why, of course, Mr. Jones!”
With a splash of retcon, of course.
The end
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 300
Characters: Ianto, Hyacinth Bucket
Summary: Ianto is on retcon duty again, because, who else is going to do it?
Notes: I wouldn’t call this a crossover; I just thought it would be fun to add a splash of “Keeping Up Appearances.” I haven’t watched it in a very long time, nor do I know anything about UK gardening competitions.
Ianto smirked to himself as he listened to their witness excitedly describing the alien she’d spied lurking in her backyard. When Jack and his irresistible charisma weren’t around, it usually fell to Ianto to handle the public. Tosh always insisted she wasn’t good with people, and Owen often exacerbated the situation rather than keeping things under control. Gwen hadn’t been in charge of handing out the retcon since the time she argued with Jack for two hours, having decided a housewife in Aberdare should keep her memories of the kind blowfish who'd saved her kitty.
People were easy to finesse with few well-placed compliments, although the reasons could differ. Some were arrogant types whose egos were pleased that you recognized their greatness. Others were flattered at being made to feel good about themselves. There were also a few that were uncomfortable with the attention. Ianto knew this well because he was one of them. He preferred to be underestimated, although he had a love-hate relationship with being invisible. It served his purposes well, but sometimes…
“That’s a lovely garden you have, Mrs. Bouquet,” Ianto told the woman when he saw her tirade was winding down, watching her face light up at his words.
“Oh, thank you! It takes a sophisticated touch to grow prize-winning flowers, you know. It’s not my house, of course, I’m merely looking after the property for an acquaintance, but I couldn’t very well let those begonias wilt away.”
“I’ve never seen such a green thumb.”
“I was second place in the Community Gardens Competition three years running. If you’d like to come inside, I can show you some photos. And do call me Hyacinth, dear.”
“I’d love to, Hyacinth, maybe a spot of tea?”
“Why, of course, Mr. Jones!”
With a splash of retcon, of course.
The end
