trois, the maiden, the mother, and the... other one.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Metaphorically speaking, of course. There isn't, technically, a Dinah in the kitchen, but there is a River, and she's trying to make pancakes.

Trying is the operative word. There's two batches of pancakes in the trash already, and she's burning the third one as we speak. Along with her hand. River really, really, really just shouldn't be left in the kitchen alone. Someone might want to investigate.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[ Sniff sni---oh hell]

What are you doing?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Baking.

[She looks remarkably cheerful about her failed attempts. It's the effort that counts, you see.]

[lamb_of_gold]

...I see.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She generously offers him a half-cooked pancake. IGNORE THE BURN ON HER THUMB IT IS AN ILLUSION.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He raises an eyebrow at the burn] Let me see your hands, River.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She protectively presses the backs of her hands against her skirt.] They're not relevant.

[lamb_of_gold]

If they're burned, then yes they are.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face.

THAT IS SUCH A SIMON THING TO SAY.]

It's just skin. Heals at the normal rate.

[lamb_of_gold]

Not if it gets infected.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It must be some sort of virus that makes people want to cook pancakes here.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Defect in the brainpan.

[Helpfully flips a few uncooked pancakes onto a plate and offers them to him. JUST IN CASE.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The mocking stops. The Master DOES like food. He takes the pancake, looking at it with a mix of suspicion and interest]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[They are sort of batter-y. And sad. But edible, at least? And maple syrup and butter makes things lovely and better.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at her, one lip curled back] I'm going to be charitable - a rare thing, I know - and assume this is how they eat them, wherever you come from.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is all uh-huh.

This is how they eat them if they let River cook?]

Distilled tree sap is the traditional supplement.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You know, I used to rule Canada. [out of curiosity, the Master adds syrup to see how it looks]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Nobody likes a braggart.

[It makes them look soggy and delicious?]

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

You're creating quite a stench of burnt food.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's an aroma.

[SOME PEOPLE FIND IT PLEASANT.


....Admittedly not generally the ones smelling it now.]

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

An aroma implies that it is pleasant. Are you attempting to make tiganites?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[>>]

No.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

They certainly bear a certain resemblance.

{Caster holds out her two fingers and speaks a single Greek word before one of the burnt pancakes floats out of the trash can and is suddenly un-burnt}

Ahh, I am mistaken. Under the layer of scorched dough, they are not too similar after all.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

That's cheating.

[:|

SHE WORKED HARD ON THOSE YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE THEM BETTER. ...Except apparently he can.]

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Is it? Ahh, you must come from a world with little magic, then.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Must. [It's delivered with the same inflection, which makes it sort of neutral. Sort of. If you're paying attention.]