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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Rose Tyler is sitting on the bar, eating ice cream cake. And there's a pie next to her. Anyway, she's eating ice cream cake straight out of the box with a very large fork that probably belonged to her toddler brother at some point]

Right, well. I have no clue whose face I'm eating, but it's delicious. And almost as good for stress as explosions.

Still, though. An explosion can't hurt.

[By the way. She has a detonator. And she pressed a button and blew up something not too far away on the plane.]

Much better.

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He opens his mouth, as if to express his disbelief at her crazy antics--

Then he sighs and closes it.]

Just going to ask, I think I know the answer, but do you need to blow up things?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Why are you blowing things up this time? ...With cake.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Why not? And cake is good.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Things might have been happy, back when they weren't all blown up. And yes, cake is. Just, well.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

They weren't alive, so they weren't happy. They were indifferent.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well! We can't ask them now.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Nope! [Presses the button again and blows something else up]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he's giving you this exact look] What was that now?!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Makes the scrunched-up "I'm thinking" face] I think it was a fountain. [And eats cake]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he sighs again] Were you blowing up things back home, too?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Why?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Just wondering. Curious and all that.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Offers a bite of cake] I got my appendix out, y'know. So I couldn't work for a while.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he needs the sugar, so he accepts the bite] Ah so that's-- oh this cake is good, isn't it?-- but that's why, eh? You've got cabin fever.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

It is, yeah, and I haven't got cabin fever. [Pulls up shirt a little] I do have a scar, though. ...well, it'll be a scar, eventually.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he pokes her not-quite-there-yet-scar] You're all right now, eh? Minus extra loony.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Smacks the hand away] I'm not extra loony.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[pouts] You're blowing up things. [pauses] No, you're right, you're perfectly fine as always.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

--what's that supposed to mean?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, nothing. Just you're as sane as you always are.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I really hope that means that I'm not extra loony all of the time.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You seemed a little extra loony. Though it's not exactly the exploding things part as much as coming here to.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm not even loony to begin with.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Denial isn't healthy.