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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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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor pouts a bit.]

What's that mean?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What does that mean?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It means you two have the hand holding covered. Only two people are necessary for hand holding. Not much need for a third.

[and now it's his turn for ADD topic jump]

Also, as far as a seance or that sort of thing goes, would it even work here, what with people not being dead. If we attempted one would it just be 'calling all spirits' and then someone who is alive and well would just pop their head around and ask what we need? I would think there would be a lack of ghosts and spirits since death is sort of temporary. That is to say if there even is such a thing as ghosts and spirits, and it's not all mystical nonsense, or aliens that people have convinced themselves are ghosts because of sentimentality and an overwhelming sense of denial.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is used to following ADD paths.]

Well, it could always be a giant bird.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[pinches his nose with his free hand]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's happy following the ADD path]

Why a giant bird?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Grins and leans back, nodding to the Master.] You'll have to ask him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

She was a Chronovore, not a bird. That was just her form in our world.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

She still looked like a giant bird. The point is, basically, that we really shouldn't have a seance.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sits up and looks at Handy carefully]

Have you been forgetting things?

[his free hand now rests on the table, and he leans forward, looking right at Handy]

Can you name the stars?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he looks around embarrassed and uncomfortable, and now he'll be forcing a grin and go for the topic shift]

Right, so milkshakes! We'll see if I can manage that without completely destroying the kitchen. You would not believe the amount of people here who are certain I'm going to wreck the place.

[he points at the Doctor]

I think it might be your fault. People keep mentioning you attempted to cook before and it turned out horribly.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor glances at the Master but he keeps the ADD going.]

Oi! I didn't do anything terrible. I think only one of them actually was on fire.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master doesn't say anything for a moment. Then he leans back, signalling that they may continue their distraction]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he glances at the Master and then is back on the Doctor]

The way everyone was acting I thought you burned the entire place down. That cop that looks a bit like him [nods towards the Master] wanted me to do a practice run. Like I was a kid or something.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh! Sam. Yes, well, Sam knows me a bit and he's good at cooking, so that might factor into it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He means that he's damned all of you to be considered horrible at anything culinary for the rest of your lives.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[thoughtful]

Well, that's not fair, is it?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[now is the winter of our discontent.]

I wasn't bad at it! Honestly, it's blown out of proportion.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[no comment]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's focusing on the Doctor now]

Why do they always assume because you're horrible at something I have to be horrible at it, too?

[sighs]

Right, milkshakes. What sort do you two want?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sort of gives a helpless 'idk either' shrug before looking more excited by the important part.]

Oh, chocolate would be good.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Strawberry!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he leaves the boys to their hand holding as he goes about pulling out ice cream and blenders and things to make milkshakes. he is almost certain he actually does know how to do this, which is nice. he'll go with chocolate as well. so milkshake making commences, blah blah blah, and he will now be attempting to carry three milkshakes with two hands. he may have inherited Donna's skills at balancing multiple drinks, so he actually makes it back to the table, without even spilling anything. this is indeed an amazing feat]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor grins widely at that, his way of approval, before snatching up the shake. He takes a drink, then nods his approval.]

Thick! Good, it should be thick. Best milkshake to have. [Mmm, milkshake.]