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[thedoctorwho]

He's getting that itch again. The itch to leave and explore and be someplace new. He doesn't want to leave without Rose, though, and she's still so struck with this place. Not that he can blame her. After all, when he first came here, he hadn't planned on leaving, either

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[mogget_cat]

*There is a cat by his foot. Or it looks like a cat. It is looking, like a cat, at his tea.*

*The general vibe of Surely you are going to share, comes with the white kitty.*

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor is very sensitive to such vibes and looks down at the cat with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you going to tell me how you take your tea, or am I to guess?"

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael trusted it was so.*

With cream, of course.

*The cat smiles.*

[thedoctorwho]

"Of course. Should have guessed," he says with a bit of a grin.

He prepares a cup of the tea with cream, then tips the contents into a saucer and sets it across the table.

"You're welcome up here, if you like."

[white_flowers]

A cold breeze whispers through the room, and behind it a white shadow slips through the lake door and starts for the stairs.

Evidently Blodwen is not feeling particularly sociable tonight, or at least not yet.

[thedoctorwho]

"Sure you won't stay for tea?" the Doctor asks over his shoulder when he feels the familiar breeze blowing through the door. He's got the sense of her now after having had her powers directed at him a couple of times.

[white_flowers]

The shadow pauses, and almost seems to shimmer-- and then Blodwen looks at him, clearly visible and smiling with evident amusement.

Ice-blue eyes are cold, but her voice is warm.

"And is it that you are inviting me to join you then, dear?"

[thedoctorwho]

"I made the offer before, Mrs. Rowlands. It seems we were rudely interrupted before you could respond, and so the invitation stands."