2.12.1 F words (tbs)
The Doctor had been surprised when Sarah decided that she'd rather make fudge and watch Fantasia than visit the planet Flamingo to see Fae and her Fearless Flying Frogs, but he'd offered her the choice and felt he had to go along with it. Not that he was horribly put out; he'd been a fan of the Disney films for a very long time.
He did feel a sense of foreboding when she handed him a fork to stir the fudge with while she went to find the film. He'd been foolish to think she would cook, after the last time, when the freak fire had burned Ford Prefect's eyebrows off and the resulting food had caused a week's worth of flatulence in all who had eaten it. Ford had thankfully, dropped all the charges. He hadn't relished the idea of defending Sarah from a food felony. As it was, they had to take the first ferry out of town. It was funny in retrospect, but as fearless as he normally was, he had resolved to keep her out of the kitchen in the future.
Funny, how he had forgotten that when he agreed to the idea of making fudge. Possibly because she was being such a flirt about it. Still there were only a finite number of ways that fudge could go wrong,and he'd handed her each ingredient as needed. Now he could only trust to fate that she hadn't wrecked it.
He moved forward to pour the unset fudge into the greased pan that he had prepared. To be frank, this was likely to be a pleasant evening. He put the tray in the fridge, and went off to find Sarah. As he walked down the corridor, he heard her singing in the theatre, so he went in. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a short dress, about as flimsy as a coffee filter and as she moved to put the DVD in the player, she made a little flip of her skirt that confirmed that she was wearing nothing underneath.
He grinned and stopped worrying. Even if the fudge didn't turn out well, this was going to be a fantastic evening.
Third Doctor
Doctor Who
367 words
He did feel a sense of foreboding when she handed him a fork to stir the fudge with while she went to find the film. He'd been foolish to think she would cook, after the last time, when the freak fire had burned Ford Prefect's eyebrows off and the resulting food had caused a week's worth of flatulence in all who had eaten it. Ford had thankfully, dropped all the charges. He hadn't relished the idea of defending Sarah from a food felony. As it was, they had to take the first ferry out of town. It was funny in retrospect, but as fearless as he normally was, he had resolved to keep her out of the kitchen in the future.
Funny, how he had forgotten that when he agreed to the idea of making fudge. Possibly because she was being such a flirt about it. Still there were only a finite number of ways that fudge could go wrong,and he'd handed her each ingredient as needed. Now he could only trust to fate that she hadn't wrecked it.
He moved forward to pour the unset fudge into the greased pan that he had prepared. To be frank, this was likely to be a pleasant evening. He put the tray in the fridge, and went off to find Sarah. As he walked down the corridor, he heard her singing in the theatre, so he went in. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a short dress, about as flimsy as a coffee filter and as she moved to put the DVD in the player, she made a little flip of her skirt that confirmed that she was wearing nothing underneath.
He grinned and stopped worrying. Even if the fudge didn't turn out well, this was going to be a fantastic evening.
Third Doctor
Doctor Who
367 words