"It's okay to drink. The punch, that is. Least that's what the little card said it was. Maybe we should wait and see if someone else is sucking it down first," Jack whispered conspiratorially to Ianto as he scooted a little closer to hold a quieter conversation.

A secondary attack on the popcorn was put off. For the moment.

The frown coming to Jack's face told of his thoughts on someone dropping off their nephew off at a school they had never been to before with a pack of strangers. Things like that weren't supposed to happen, even in the world of a sixteen year old Jack Harkness. It smoothed quickly into a grin meant to put the poor boy at ease as much as he could.

"Well, you met me, and that's a start. You can stay in my room. There's an empty bed. I can show you where stuff is and introduce you to others. It's not that bad, yeah?"

Jack could be a shallow ass, which most people labeled him at and stopped there, but he didn't like petty injustices he could correct anymore than the adult version did.

"I bet most of them have not met a real Welshman!"

Just a little smile?