Ianto's coffee-maker project has been stashed in a corner cabinet in the kitchen; he's pieced it together, but it hasn't yet been tested, and today was going to be the day. He starts as he steps into the kitchen and spots a shock of hair he recognizes from their conversation over the network; for a moment, he almost considers sneaking back out, but no. It'd gone tolerably well, hadn't it? He isn't going to avoid the Doctor. He's just going to feel very awkward as he gives up the idea of sneaking and heads for his commandeered cupboard.

"Good morning," he offers, and crouches to pull open the cupboard.