Ianto snorted, rolling his eyes at that question. "No," he said, resisting the urge to punch Sulu in the shoulder for a comment like that, "not another chip shop, thanks. Though we could go back there some day, just for kicks. I'm...not sure I'm ready to take you out to the park again quite just yet, though," he said, raising a cocky eyebrow of his own. He was emotionally unstable enough at that moment to make jokes like that, that he might have questioned making otherwise.

"No," Ianto said, shaking his head, gently bringing his hand up to take Sulu's and remove it from his face, because it was really distracting, especially when he thought about the last time Sulu had cupped his face in his hands. "It's a pub, and it's a little bit away from here, so we're going to have to take my car. You should like it, though. I mean. It's a nice venue, and there's food there too. It's not just a bar, or anything." And it was not too private that they would feel self-conscious, being on a date together, nor was it too small, so that they wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, being two males out to a pub together and looking more intimate than mates would. Ianto'd really put a lot of thought into planning this, after all. He'd had the time, why not try and get things right?