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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]

[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?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor accepts the half and munches it down pretty easily.]

Oh, he probably could. [Finishes the sandwich bit.] Oh that wasn't bad, actually.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[doesn't let go, though he's under the impression that the Doctor doesn't mind]

Oh, look, you took it all for yourself. The poor thing only had a quarter of a sandwich to eat.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up at the Doctor] Oh, thanks!

[back to the Master] I'll survive.

[he actually is still hungry. he'll just wait until they're gone to fix himself up something else, so his gaze will now be moving towards the Doctor's wrist]

And I suppose that's a no.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is somewhat oblivious to things - or perhaps he is pretending. Either way!]

Hm? Oh, no no, I do suggest getting something. There's bound to be something in the kitchen to eat. Like fruit! Or...well, sweets, possibly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Healthy things. Humans need their vitamins and all that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[to both of them now, arms crossed and defensive]

I'm fine.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Idly]

We could make milkshakes. I love those.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not making anything. He needs to learn to take care of himself.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[relaxes at the Doctor's suggestion]

Milkshakes could be -

[and stops at the Master's words, defensive and offended]

I can take care of myself!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor pouts a bit.]

I'm sure he can. But I do want a milkshake.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then prove it. Make all three of us a milkshake each.

[he'd lean back and fold his arms, but, uhm, he still has the Doctor's wrist in his hand, so he just leaves it at that]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I already made a sandwich for all of you! Why do I need to make milkshakes, too? I'm not your servant, you know.

[he has both arms free so he will cross his arms and try not to look too pouty]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor just rubs the back of his head.]

I was going to make my own, really. [Minus the problem of doing that while his wrist is being held but still.] No real need for him to do it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're indisposed to do so.

[rather subtly strokes the inside of the Doctor's wrist with his thumb]

Unless you want to try to tear your wrist away from me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[leave that in the TARDIS :|]

Or you could just let go?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor just relaxes a little from the touch and shrugs.]

I'll just make one later. Luckily, the ingredients won't run off. Well, probably. Last I knew, this isn't Teralong.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[just as planned!]

You can't ever tell here. Could end up having bits of Teralong here or there, as you like it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[yeah, and now he might be getting the idea the Doctor might actually like this, because he's not even attempting to pull away. so Handy will just sigh]

You can sit down I'd think, at least. Can't be comfortable just standing there like that.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He'd be pouty if he knew the reason for the sighing.]

Oh, well, if you insist. [Master the Doctor wants to sit down now so he's going to, kay? Kay.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[yeah yeah, wrist still pinned to the table, though]

We are here to commence this sacred meeting...

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he might have actually laughed at that, Master]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor raises an eyebrow.]

No seances. You'll end up summoning something.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with a little summoning.