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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]

You do too sulk, and avoiding getting into yet another argument over whatever idiotic thing you've decided to try to drive me mad with is hardly the silent treatment. I'm not always interested; they have a responsibility in the conversation as well. I'm as respectful as they deserve, and you definitely don't know more.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think he means what you call the silent treatment is an attempt to not fight with you. Besides that, you're never guilty of the silent treatment, so it wouldn't apply to you either way.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor seems content with this answer from Handy and nods as if it explains everything.]

Yes, exactly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[folds his arm, because this is a sore point]

If he really wants to avoid fights, he can give me what I want.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, because this sort of 'my way or no way' attitude is becoming a sore point for him]

And it's beyond you to compromise ever?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Before the Master gets even MORE grumpy--]

He has, actually. I will give him that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[because compromising is bad]

Only when it suits me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Then that's not compromising at all.

[goes back to his milkshake]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, it's something, at least.

[He's actually pretty okay sounding with it. Oh, Doctor.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[satisfied by the Doctor's answer]

It's all I owe any of you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[not satisfied by either of their answers, but he doesn't want to argue, so he'll just continue drinking his milkshake]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Just drinks his milkshake and starts humming. He's really not paying attention now and probably being annoying in his head with upbeat music. Because he can.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his head turns to the Doctor and his eyes narrow. Then, he grins.

Nothing is more annoying than the Master's drumming, baby, so prepare for pwnage time]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[can't we agree that they're all annoying in their own special way?

Either way, Handy slurps the last of his milkshake and looks around. He was planning on a pancake feast and ended up with a quarter of a sandwich and a now finished milkshake. Any intention of waiting until they left to get more food is gone, and he's going to get up now and scrounge around for more food while you boys do what you boys do]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is still sort of hungry, too, but he's mostly going to annoy the Master, because that's more fun. And the drums totally don't bug him, either.

Besides, Handy probably won't make him more food. Whine whine.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is going to annoy back. AND REALLY? REALLY, DOCTOR, THEY DO NOT ANNOY YOU??

Are you sure you can't help... tapping that rhythm?

Because the Master is adding a wee bit of hypnotic suggestion into that drumming he's sending the Doctor's way]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He's going to be totally oblivious to you two while he looks for more food. And score, scones! He likes scones, and plus he knows they like scones, too. And yeah, he's sort of pathetic in the fact that he's purposely looking for something they'll both like, too. So he grabs scones and things for scones like jam and stuff]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Food? Handy, you are awesome. Doctor luv you always and forever.

Meanwhile, the Doctor is about to lose because the Master is a cheating whore. He is beginning to tap the drums without quite realising he is, even while he hums. Mind you, the second he does realise it, he slaps his hand on the table.]

That's cheating.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smirks] Is it?

[taps on the table. One two three four! One two three four!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[returns with scones which he drops on the table. He looks at them both in confusion]

What?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

He's cheating. And yes, it is cheating.

[And then the Doctor ADDs.] Oh, scones and jam! Lovely. [He'll be taking some of that jam now.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I was not cheating. It's hardly my fault you succumb so easily to a little hypnotic suggestion.

[mm scones] Did you bring pizza scones?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Cheating? On what?

[he's confused right now and gives a distracted wave towards the scones]

It's a variety I think, you'll have to look and see.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is already covering a scone in jam and enjoying it.]

Lemon scone, here. And he was cheating with that tapping.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looking for a pizza scone]

Such a bad loser.