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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]

He may have and simply called it something symbolic or something like that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[is doing maths in his head because these two are boring]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

The old man wasn't really religious imagery at all? Symbolic of a cookie or something along those lines perhaps?

[continues eating, and then looks over towards the Master]

You're very quiet. Or silent. Maybe that's a treatment of some sort, not really sure what you would call it? Silent treatment?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I think he finds scones and Hemingway boring.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Scones are delightful.

[the jury's in on Hemmingway, though, and it isn't favourable]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That's why he needed more actual pastries and less symbolic ones. Would make him much more exciting, I'm sure.

[I'm not too shocked. So what's the sentence?]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Speaking of pastries, it's been a bit since I've had proper cake and tea.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[execution]

You're so British.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You don't like cake and tea?

[seems fitting]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I just like British customs, that's all.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I am growing to give credence to that half-human allegation.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quietly, playing with his empty plate now]

I wouldn't mind a spot of cake and tea if there were some.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes.] Don't believe that rubbish. They were rumours. [Then he frowns.] I assume there's not cake laying around. Unfortunately.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stands up and walks to the pantry, opening it and pulling out more and more and more bread, leading all the loafs the lie on the floor. Then shuts the pantry, waiting for a moment, before opening it again. It is filled, this time with an assortment of baked goods. The Master tosses them all onto the floor, shuts the pantry, and then opens it again. Among the bread, cupcakes, biscuits, and cookies, is what amounts to a vanilla cake with chocolate icing and sprinkles and extra-thick delicious icing in a variety of shapes and flavours at the top. The Master pulls this out of the pantry, sets it on the table, grabs a plate and a knife and a fork, and serves himself a slice of cake]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins, because that's impressive]

I didn't know it worked like that.

[gets up to grab a fork so he can serve himself a slice, too]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is just going to eat straight from the cake with a mighty fork. Screw you people and your 'slices.' He rejects this notion.]

Huh, I never realised that, either. Very impressive.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[hits the Doctor's fork away]

{Manners.}

I didn't think either of you would have, no.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[comes back ready to slice himself a piece of cake and looks at the damage the Doctor has done]

Oh, that's disgusting.

[goes to slice the uneaten section]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He snorts, though mostly at Handy. He does, however, lean back since the Master was mean.]

Oh, come on. You would have. You know you want to, deep inside.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The majority of my desires aren't half as acceptable as eating straight from the fork, but at least they are civilised.

[thoughtfully]

When I take over the universe, I think I'll have someone to feed me. Not that I'll use them all the time, but it was quite a lot of fun as Caligula.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I don't really want to find it half attacked by the time I go for a piece.

[hesitates, because he doesn't want to make himself look like an idiot twice now, but curiosity gets the better of him]

Caligula? Really?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor cuts a large section and just drags that over to eat freely from.]

You're really fond of that time, aren't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master grabs the fork away from the Doctor]

Get a plate.

[to Handy--]

It's not another thing you've forgotten. It happened to us, and only us.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I didn't -

All right, then, what happened?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He feels like whining but fiiiiiiine, Master, you whore. He gets a plate now and gives a pointed, "there are you happy can I have my fork back?" look as he puts the cake on the plate.]

Someone fashioned himself to be the Emperor of Rome. Also had me locked locked away, not that any of it's too surprising. It explains the horse well enough.