With The Doctor & Aislinn's individual help to locate the linens & other things, Romana set a table filled with charmingly mismatched settings almost reminiscent of the Mad Tea Party. Candles of various sizes & colours flickered amongst the serving dishes set in the midst of the table
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"Hmm? A game? Ooooh, after you've filled our stomachs, I think any physical action might be impossible. Honestly, you learned to cook this in only a few days? Impressive, Romana, honestly."
He took a bite of the strawberry, hissed at the heat, and blew on it before attempting again.
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She took a sip from her glass. "Well, I'm not going to challenge any of you to a bout of Venusian Aikido. But maybe some game a little less strenuous..."
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Oh, but he was rambling.
"What sort of game, then?"
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"It really was very good," she told Romana, admiringly, settling back a bit, scooting the cream closer to her. Trying to think of a game, she eyed the wine. "There's always 'I never...'" Which could be interesting with this crowd.
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"It's a matter of embarrassing me, isn't it? Because, really, you don't have to embarrass me, I can do it quite well all by myself."
That said, he took a drink.
"I never..." Scowl. Scowl. Scowl. He was too intoxicated to think of anything remotely interesting. Everything that seemed interesting he'd already done.
"I never...performed an autopsy." There. That way he knew Martha would drink and he wouldn't look too foolish.
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She tried to think of something that would make more people drink more, because everyone needed to be as drunk as she was.
"I never ran away from home."
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"Well aren't we all the rebels." He considered carefully. "I never fought in a war for independence."
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