[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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[pondpuppy]

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

[inthemoodnow]

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

[pondpuppy]

[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?

[inthemoodnow]

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]

What on Earth are you trying to do, anyway?

[Wiping the gunk off his eyes, at least]

[inthemoodnow]

It's a cake. In progress, obviously.

[pondpuppy]

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

[inthemoodnow]

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

Yeah, well, it's a little rowdy.

[pondpuppy]

. . .

[inthemoodnow]

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

[pondpuppy]

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

[inthemoodnow]

It was for the TARDIS party. And this one was going to end up being reserved for the Doctor, but I'm beginning to have second thought about even that.

[pondpuppy]

Do you want me to take a look?

[inthemoodnow]

*a little incredulous*

Do you want to take a look?

[pondpuppy]

Well, look, okay, I'm not an expert chef but I can follow a recipe card decently.

[inthemoodnow]

Hey, this is not the first cake that I've baked and not the first cake that I've baked in an alien environment. Sometimes you're just unlucky.