[in the TARDIS kitchen]

[inthemoodnow]

[There's the sound of lots of banging.

And lots of sloshing.

And a little bit of cursing.





What the hell is going on in here.]

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[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

[I recognize this cursing.

Poking his head in the kitchen, but not committing to entering yet.]

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

*you might want to duck if you don't want to get hit in the face with some kind of slimy projectile*

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

[does so!]

. . . Jack?

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

*looks up from a row of bowls, be-battered spatula in hand, apron tied on*

...hey, Ianto!

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

Should I ask?

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

It's a cake. Or rather, will be a cake. Eventually.

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

[this eyebrow raise expresses great doubt]

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

Hopefully.

I think that something strange from the fridge got into the batter because it's jumping around a lot more than I think it should.




Actually, considering that, maybe that "hopefully" should be "hopefully not."

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

. . . I might regret asking, but how much do you think a cake should jump around?

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

It really depends on the kind of cake. This one actually shouldn't be jumping around at all.

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

. . . [reaching for an apron. with his luck, it is probably pink and ruffly]

Right. Dispose of that, please.

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

*craning his head around, searching*

Have you seen the biohazard bags?

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

Top shelf, third cabinet to your right.