Jack smiled, big and wide and all white teeth and impossible charm, because Ianto had said yes, Ianto had said yes and they were getting a house together. "Perfect," he said, grinning. "I'll give them a call tomorrow then. Bank hours are weird, they've probably closed by now, but tomorrow." He glanced around, spreading his hands wide. "We have enough money to start the payments... So tomorrow, this place'll be ours." He smiled wide. "What d'you think of that, then, huh? No more inn, no more sharing with strangers. Our very own house in Flyside."