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[There is a ninja somewhere off to the side of the Plane kitchen. Actually, no, he's not a ninja. He's a Time Lord trying to cook in private. And by 'cook' I mean he's having too much fun flipping the pancake to actually cook it properly. That poor pancake. Pity it. It's being juggled in the pan. But he's dragged over enough equipment and ingredients to sit around and try to cook pancakes in what he hopes is a low traffic area.

Side story! He's trying to cook here instead of on his TARDIS because there was a chance the Master would come in raiding for scones and ruin his amazing cooking process. Blame the Master for everything.

So there you have it. A cooking Doctor]

((ooc: Tagging may be slow as I'm getting my RP drive back finally, which you may have noticed I've been missing. But I'm giving it a go, so! ♥))

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This bores me. [pokes at the ingredients, examining them, then pokes him in the nose, smearing pancake batter on his face]

[he just blinks before licking off some around his mouth] Not half bad, actually. [then he goops a bunch on her head]

[makes a face, pulling some out of her hair and sniffing it] ...this is edible? I fear it would gunk up my systems.

Of course it's edible! I'm not that bad.

[just gives him a look] I cannot fathom your digestive tract being able to break this down. You could do repair work on my interior walls with this.

Are you serious?

Aren't I always?

Not about my cooking skills, I hope.

What cooking skills?

[pouts] Oi! I make the best jello and fruit cups.

I have never seen proof of this. Are you certain you aren't just mistaking the ones you buy in shoppes as your own?

Of course not!

Show me?

I can't just make jello appear. I have to make it first.

[just ... gives him a look] Is that not the purpose of this kitchen?

Yes but I'm not making jello treats right now.

Of course not. You are making putty.

Putty?!

Yes. [goops some in his hair this time] Putty.

[NOOOOOO NOT THE HAIR] Oi! My hair!

[and more on the face!] You put it in mine; I am only returning the favour.

[he's splattering it all over her now] I'm granting you a few favours on the house, then.

[that is very rude, you know! prepare to have batter down your shirt, Ten!] You know I cannot accept a gift without giving one, Doctor.

[Oh god that must feel gross] T-TARDIS! [scoops up some and smears it on her]

[more than like. also, she's now staring at herself, all covered in pancake goop, and giving the Doctor a rather nasty look] You had best be prepared to clean the mess you've made of my interior.