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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

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Get some out of the Lady President. And don't eat more than half. I'll know if you do.

I'm surprised you managed to win over any of them.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

What if they're my favourites, though? Maybe I should just ask for two batches.

Oi! I happen to be very convincing when I want to be.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

However many you get, half of them are mine.

Oh, really? Prove it. Convince me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[groans] Fine, deal.

Well you need to give me something to convince you about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Must I do all the work?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[raises eyebrows slightly] You're the one who brought up the challenge for it.