Ianto was a 15-year-old boy, and that having been said, the prospect of a good cheeseburger was a hard one to pass up. He nodded. "It sounds good to me," he said. Of course, maybe...he should eat something foreign, while he was there in the future and all. He'd have to ask Sulu to order something for him, though, having absolutely no idea what would be good and what wouldn't be, just from looking at the menu. Maybe...that would be for sides, or something, though. A real, honest-to-god American burger sounded pretty good, about then.

Ianto shrugged at the comment about sitting outside. "We...don't usually get to sit outside, in Wales," he remarked. "Usually, it's raining. And no one wants to sit or serve people out in the rain."