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[moralsremitted]

Spaghetti tonight.
Yes.
I am going to pick up some Reggiano from the store on the way home.
How glad I am that we're Time Lords and not outdated humans like most of the people on this continent to whom properly prepared spaghetti sauce means tomato paste straight from a can and whose dinners, besides, consist mostly of beef and potatoes.
Not that I

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[theatricmood]

Stop being such a snob about cooking, it's not actually easy you know. And if we get another invitation, we're going, whether you like it or not.

[moralsremitted]

I said I LIKED yours. Can't you take a compliment without being a little bitch?
That meal...I won't say it was as bad as the time I fell into a Friltan slime bog with my mouth open but it was fairly close. And the texture was worse.
I don't feel like arguing this. I'm having a nice evening.

[theatricmood]

Alright, fine, fine, let's not argue. And thank you, I suppose. For the compliment.

[moralsremitted]

You're very welcome. Do I at least get a gratified snog out of all this niceness on my part?

[theatricmood]

Is that why you're being so unusually nice...?

[moralsremitted]

Doctor, I'm hurt--HURT that you think I have some sort of alterior motive.
Can't I just like your cooking? And snogging?

[theatricmood]

I never mentioned an "alterior movtive" I was just wondering if the reason for your niceness was that you wanted to snog. If I wasn't suspicious before, I certainly am now.

[moralsremitted]

...Doctor, I was insinuating that SNOGGING was the alterior motive.