Sulu really was going to talk to his parents, really he was. But not now, obviously; he had to make sure he got away with breaking curfew, first. He grinned back at Ianto and moved around him to lean against a clear section of the wall as Ianto browsed through the Starfleet souvenirs. He thought some of them were pretty good, honestly; tacky, sure, but it would work really well for what they were looking for.

"Got any idea of what you're looking for?"