"Pretty much, yeah." Sulu could tell from Ianto's tone that he was speaking from experience, but he wasn't about to judge him for it. Kids got in trouble. Parents sucked - his happened to suck less than others, he knew that, but still. You got in trouble and it was practically your job to weasel your way out of it.

When they reached the crosswalk, it was already turning green and allowing the flow of pedestrians across the street. Sulu easily put his arm over Ianto's shoulder to keep him from losing the other boy as they made their way through the thick crowd. "And British fairy tales involve turning people into pumpkins?" he asked, like an afterthought.