looking up at skies on fire

“It's not the mistletoe, is it?” she asked, peeking her head out from behind the desk carefully.

“No, not the mistletoe, just the string with the bells.”

Ianto crouched behind the work station next to her, and he peered across the Hub, his face twisted into a frown.

“Good thing, too. Isn't that stuff poisonous?”

“She's a bit big, Gwen. I don't think it's like feeding mistletoe to a dog.”

To be honest, Gwen was more concerned by the idea of Torchwood's pet taking a fancy to ingesting the occupants of the Hub rather than some simple decorations; but if she had eaten the mistletoe, Gwen didn't want to have to be the one hauling a dead pterodactyl up the lift. Not to mention what would come after; she suspected chucking an extinct specimen into the bay in the middle of the night was probably not Torchwood procedure.

( And if anyone had a procedure on how to handle dead dinosaurs, it was Torchwood. )

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Cut for length and complete and utter goofy fluff
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #315 - Jingle
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 455