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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[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! ♥))

Comments

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes but I just-- "Spaceman"?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . [Jedi handwave no, but he is waving a hand.] Sorry. Ignore that. Picked up a bit of--

. . . Just-- nevermind.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods] Right. Got it. Sort of...yes. Well. I'll just have to tell her.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Good. And don't get sidetracked. No silly little stories, either. You might think they're interesting but they're not relevant.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Right right, I won't. Just...straightforward.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[pauses]

. . . Yeah. Might want to wait till you're ready.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yeaaah. Maybe. Get a speech prepared or something.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- So long as you don't walk into it reading from a stack of papers.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I won't! Not even cue cards.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And don't write anything on your palm. You'll end up smearing it on your face.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I won't! I learned my lesson on that one.