[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?

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

[...Just coming in to get some milk]

[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*

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

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

...hey, Ianto!

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

[If I didn't get hit with slimy projectiles, what would my function in the group be, again? So, getting hit]

Oh. My God, what is this? Can't you see that I'm right here?

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

Should I ask?

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

[yeah, that sounds like a bad plan]

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

[Covered in gunk]

Thank you for your timely and helpful warning.

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

Jack is in the kitchen. I'd suggest keeping clear.

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

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

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

You being a time traveller would've been very helpful just then. You've got it in the wrong order.

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey, Rory.

*waves with a spatula in one hand... a spatula dripping with batter... like that in the bowl that he's holding in the other hand... with a few other bowls scattered on the counter near him*

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

What on Earth are you trying to do, anyway?

[Wiping the gunk off his eyes, at least]

[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."

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

It's a cake. In progress, obviously.

[tea-bagging.livejournal.com]

Experience is the best teacher.

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

Most cakes in progress aren't actually projectiles, you realize.

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think experience and foreknowledge work best together. You wouldn't just set someone into surgery without sending them to years of uni.

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

*behind Jack, some of the batter in a bowl on a counter. jumps a little.*

Yeah, well, it's a little rowdy.

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

. . .

[inthemoodnow.livejournal.com]

I think something strange from the fridge got accidentally mixed in.

[pondpuppy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm thinking that's a possibility. And you were still going to make it anyway? For who?