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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[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?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No one likes a bad cook. This is a clever murder ploy, right?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Not ploying murder.

[Brat.

She might, however, have a hand within reaching distance of something sharp and shiny, to point out that there are faster ways, if she wanted?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[deadpan] Manslaughter counts.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's not the same.

[BELIEVE US. RIVER KNOWS.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Depends on your court of law, doesn't it?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Abruptly tense.] Yes.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And what court of law are you under?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Bù​zhuó​biān​jì​.

[:|

What is with you and the questions.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You realize that even if this machine didn't translate every language used, I speak Chinese?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She raises her eyebrows at him to Specifically Not Say anything immature like 'bully for you'.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So I wouldn't try to use it to obscure your point.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

I didn't.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Really? Then maybe it's just your mind that's obscured.

[out of curiosity, the Master lets the shields around his mind weaken]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She stumbles backwards a step, mostly out of startlement. Helpfully, she backs into the counter, which... isn't very helpful at all, come to think of it.]

Don't.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, look at the poor human. Something the matter?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Don't want to see in your gorram head!

[EPIC DO NOT WANT.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hear, more like. Broadcasting on all frequencies: the sound of drums. And a diminuendo for the little lady. [he conducts it as he closes off his mind]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[GLARE GLARE GLARE.

But she relaxes a little as it gets a little less loud in the kitchen. :|]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Something the matter, princess?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Not a princess.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What, then? Peasant, priest, or paladin?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Pistol.

[River is not very good at lying. You may have noticed.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then who holds the gun?