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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look who it is. Not bustling, not running around, not talking. Just quietly there.]

[He's been scarce on the Plane lately, his current situation making him anything but social. As it is, he's here now, staring at the post he has on the Plane, waiting for a promised letter. Feel free to interrupt.]

Comments

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Mm, yeah, you and Cy don't exactly get along. [chuckle, she is politely ignoring your rudeness]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That cat is a vicious, evil monster. Hardly my fault I don't get along with her.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you ought to bribe her with fruit. She seems to like that quite a lot.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You can't feed a cat fruit. It won't mesh with their digestive system!

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

I don't exactly think Cy is an ordinary cat, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Cy's more of a demon, actually. I think.

[rubs the back of his neck and turns to look at her]

How're you feeling?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Well, see? I imagine demons can eat fruit just fine.

[shrug] Perfectly normal, actually.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And if not, the fruit clogging up her digestive track will probably kill her. I win either way.

[the words are very flat and have no genuine malice behind them]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha wants to facepalm, but doesn't] So, how're you doing?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm always all right.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

'Course you are. [and she gives him a bit of a tight smile]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[sighs, then laughs despite himself]

Might be nice if I had a time machine, then I could go back and get it right.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[a smirk] What was that you told me? 'Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden...except for cheap tricks.'

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rueful laugh]

We wouldn't want to cross into established events, would we? That would be interfering!

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll; she really thinks the Doctor needs to stop wallowing in self-pity] 'Cos God knows you never interfere with anything.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[very serious]

I can't interfere with this.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[a raised eyebrow, and she actually sounds surprisingly critical for once] No, all you can do is wallow in self-pity.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You don't know what you're talking about.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[shrug] Probably not.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not wallowing in anything.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

All right, all right. [she holds her hands up and tries to come up with another topic...and fails, so this is Martha shutting up for the moment]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[this is the Doctor as well, staring at the post box]

What is it they say? About a watched pot?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[a slight grin] You're far too impatient for cooking. You'd end up trying to superheat the water so it'd boil faster and probably cause some sort of explosion.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That's...really one of the better reasons why I prefer to eat out.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if I blew the kitchen up on a regular basis, I'd eat out, too. [says the pot...]