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Rested enough that she couldn't ignore a possible calamity in the TARDIS, she jogged down the (unusually short) hallway and found the source of the disturbance in the kitchen.
"...Why is Brem covered in flour, what's that smell, and how many bananas have you murdered in your attempt to recreate a Mariokart raceway?" she asked, boggling at a floor coated in peels.
"Well, er," her father started, only to be interrupted by Brem.
"That's the mess, not the goal, Fort. We were trying to cook, but then Athena got overzealous with the flour."
"Excuse me! The trouble started when Dad went mad about bananas. I was only compensating for increased bananas with other ingredients until you had to grab the spoon-"
"You can't have banana pancakes with only ONE banana," Dad sternly admonished.
"But," Fortuna interrupted their bickering, "what possessed you?"
All three looked abashed.
"Well, you always cook us food on our birthdays, and it's your birthday..." Brem started.
"And breakfast in bed is the best," Athen continued.
"But your mother was asleep by the time you went to bed." When all three looked at the ground with identical, wincing embarrassment, Fortuna giggled and went in for a flour-coated hug.
(No, I don't think all three are incompetent cooks, but there's something to be said for having too many Time Lord chefs in the kitchen!)
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