"...'make a milkshake out of anything'?" Ianto asked, cautiously. This was the future and with the technology that they had now, well. Who knew whether that was even an exaggeration or not. Ianto certainly didn't. For all he knew, they could make flavors that only aliens would like to eat, like...grass, or dirt or. Who knows, something weird. Whatever, Ianto didn't know the first thing about aliens, hwo was he to know what sorts of ice cream flavors they might enjoy.

At Sulu's comment about him being down about it, he shrugged. "Yeah, well. Not everyone as laid back about it as you are. Most people just think I'm being difficult. Or give me the whole, 'what d'you mean, y'don't like ice cream? What sorta kid are you are you anyway?'" he said, faking an accent with a thicker Welsh twist than his own. And well...even if he was imitating his father, Sulu would be none the wiser about that.