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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Have a Handy humming to himself in the kitchen as he goes about getting ingredients out of pantries and the refrigerator.  After speaking with Ray and Chris earlier, he is almost certain he knows how to make pancakes.  He has never actually done this, however.  He figures now would be as good a time as any to distract himself by testing out this assumption]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master bypasses 'creepy lurker' and skips right to 'creepily appearing RIGHT BESIDE YOU.' His arms are folded, his expression bored]

You can't cook.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he wasn't expecting that, so you might have startled him. He straightens himself up and gets back to what he was doing]

I could be able to cook.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Except you can't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Except I might.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then go ahead. Prove me wrong.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's what I'm doing now, isn't it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'll get out of the range, then, shall I?

[he moves to the table at the kitchen and leans back in one of the chairs]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Won't be necessary but if you want.

[Glances at the Master and then tries to get back to what he was doing. He looks at the ingredients lined up before him, and tries to work out what goes when and where. He can't help but look at the Master over there, finding it hard to concentrate with the Master just sitting there waiting for some sort of disaster. Handy does not want to prove the him correct. He can do pancakes when he doesn't have the Master around.]

Maybe a sandwich instead?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master smirks. He somehow feels it's a feat of pure awesome to be able to screw with Handy without saying anything]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's good to know the Master enjoys the smaller things in life. He's totally ignoring that smirk, despite the fact he sees it as he goes around putting things away and pulling new things out for sandwich making]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What type of sandwich?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Chicken.

[and so the process of sandwich making, bread and meat and condiments and other fillings and cutting the sandwich in half and all that sort of thing. he looks thoughtful for a moment and grabs a second plate. he sits down at the table and puts half the sandwich on one plate and pushes it towards the Master without saying a word and takes a bite of his own half.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master looks at the plate, and then grins]

You made me a sandwich!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he swallowed and gave the Master a look]

I made myself a sandwich and decided to share.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[quite gleeful, really]

You. Made me. A sandwich!

Oh, Doctor, I never thought you'd actually get back in the kitchen for me. What a wonderful day!

[he takes a bite of the sandwich - and, to his credit, does not grimace]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quite pointedly]

I. Made myself. A sandwich.

[to his credit? he better not grimmace! that sandwich is a work of love and stuff. stuff being chicken]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[This is the Doctor reaching over the Master's shoulder, having sneaked up behind him, to steal the sandwich.] To get back in the kitchen would imply that we were ever there. [A glance to Handy.] Hullo! Lovely sandwich.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[like a ninja, he grabs the Doctor's wrist before he can steal it without even looking at the other man]

I very much appreciate it. At least some Doctors know how to serve their Masters.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[his eyes travel up to the Doctor and he offers a tired grin] Hello. [and back towards the Master who he will now give a glare] Excuse me? Serving? No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Tries tugging his wrist free.] He just likes making a pun out of his name.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[definitely not letting go]

Or reminding you all of who is in control.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[glances at both of them and then reaches across to grab the sandwich he gave the Master to give to the Doctor, because he's not up for people gloating about stuff]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Or making ridiculous puns.

[The Doctor will be making another reach now, too, since Handy is. The Master cannot block them both!! So one of them will win. It is foolproof logic.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[yes, foolproof in that it's totally not, as the Master takes the sandwich and finishes it off with one bite]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Damn him and his ability to eat it before they can win. Handy looks at the Doctor and then at his mostly uneaten sandwich. Sighing, he tears it in two and offers the Doctor half of his half.]

You could let him go now at least, couldn't you?