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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master relaxes at a rather posh dinner table, as stolen from within the TARDIS. A book of some sort, a bottle of wine, a plate of scones, and a bag of jelly babies sit on the table. He's idly writing in the book]

TARDIS: broken out of.

War between the two major political forces in the globe: provoked.

Scones: ... a bit disgusting, actually. The consistency is terrible. Maybe I'll try to teach someone to make scones, because this just isn't acceptable.

Still! All in all, a good day. I wonder if I can get Devdas on the telly some time this afternoon?

Comments

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Scones? I can make scones, desu. All different kinds, actually~ [preens at this] I could make you some -- if you asked nicely, desu~

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I would hate to burden a lady with such a task.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Eh? It's no burden, desu! I'm a very good baker, actually~ Making something like that would be easy, desu~

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I would appreciate it, then, if you would.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Of course, desu~ Any particular kind?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Whatever you prefer.