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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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[Uwah, pancake flipping. Henrietta... is not very good at flipping things in pans.]

[flips it again before he notices her and blinks] Oh, hullo. Didn't know I had an audience.

[M-meep. She looks at her shoes.] S-sorry, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt.

[Have a Rose who you probably haven't seen in a while, jumping up and sitting on the counter next to you. --she's laughing with you, not at you. REMEMBER THIS, DOCTOR]

Making scrambled eggs?

[grins at her; THIS MEANS HE CAN SHOW OFF NOW--]

I might be. I'm taking requests. Well, once I figure out how they go. Scrambled eggs doesn't sound so hard.

[waves his hand, setting down the pan] Quite all right! Pancakes can wait. Now you, on the other hand, I don't think I've seen you before. I'm the Doctor.

You're also... Signore Doctor? But... [Lawl. This is assuming that Five introduces himself at some point during their conversation >>]

[Do we need to listen to that Shania Twain song again, Doctor?]

Too bad I don't like my eggs scrambled.

Hm? Oh! Must have met one of my other selves already. I'm one of the Doctors. There's a few of us. But we're the same.

[But he has a TARDIS, too!]

Really? I sort of like them mushed between toast, personally.

[...derp?] But... He didn't look like you at all, signore.

[Okay, so you've got a TARDIS--]

They're all I've been eating for the past two weeks. I liked them before that, though.

It's a process called regeneration. I can change my appearance. Well, and bits of personality. But we're the Doctor.

[That don't impress you much?]

Are you finally out of that jungle, then?

Oh. Like surgery? [Comes to peer at his pancake] Um. I'm Henrietta.

[Oh oh oooohhhhh, so you've got the box, but have you got the touch?]

Not even close.

[makes a face] Definitely not surgery. More like...well, when your cells change. Mine can just change a lot. [but he tips the pan to show her the pancake better] Pleasure to meet you, Henrietta. Italian?

Um. Maybe. I don't really know. [Looking up at him curiously] You do it yourself though? No one else does it for you? Changes things?

[I get what you mean, you think I'm all right--]

Blimey, that's a long mission, isn't it? Maybe. I forgot how long you'd been there.

[scratches his neck] Well! Yes. It's something my people can do. There's, ohhh, a few of us around. Most of them are versions of me.

[But that won't keep me warm in the long, cold, lonely night]

Well, there are things that keep getting in the way.

Your people? You're not a cyborg, are you? I don't think any of us can do that. We have to get surgery all the time when we get hurt. I think your pancake is burning, signore.

[The Doctor still thinks he's impressive, though]

What's happening now?

No no no, though I've know some very nice cyborgs and some not so nice-- [blinks] --is it? [glances at his pancake and quickly grabs it off the shove, blowing on it] Ah, well, that one was successful...

[He doesn't even keep her warm :(]

Stuff. [Licks some pancake batter off of a spoon] You should've added bananas to this.

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