"If I may, Mrs. Tyler," he says, giving her a slightly amused look-- that's quite an assortment of guests, not to mention his entire team and that could get interesting, "I offer myself for any assistance I can provide." He smiles, inclines his head. "I'm sure Rose can speak for my cooking."
No one ever claimed Jackie was sane. But she's more than a little capable and quite determined. And so if she wants a Sunday Roast? She is getting a Sunday Roast.
"Ooh, that would be wonderful, Ianto. I could certainly use the help. Not as easy to move around anymore, don't you know."
"I would be more than happy." He smiles again, making sure to cast a look at her pregnant belly. "Give you a chance to sit down and order me around, yeah?"
She grins, stroking a hand absently down her belly. "I do one of those things very well. I haven't been still for ages it seems like. Which is a lie, because I know Pete kept me off of my feet."
[Typist: ...Please excuse Jackie. I claim no responsibility over her. We were talking about the idea of Whoniverse lunch in chat and it went from there.]
And while Jackie knows there are four Doctors about, she has yet to meet Fivey so forgive her for not knowing who you are. "I thought it might be nice. This place makes it so easy to avoid everyone."
(Trust me I know what it's like having characters like that...*narrows gaze a a couple of her pups*)
"Yes, well a bit of time to oneself is always a nice change I find." Time to himself and away from the wrath of Tegan for once in this regeneration. What more could he really ask for?
[Typist: Best of luck to us both then XD Also? Fangirl for Fivey. He was my first Doctor.]
"I've had too much time to myself. What with my daughter gone and then Mickey leaving too. Anyways, Sunday is not a day to be alone." She smiles, happily. She's very proud of herself for planning this.
"Jackie Tyler, nice to meet you too. This makes four for four and four of thirteen. And I haven't killed one yet, I think I've grown."
"Bloke in the--" He pauses, looks down at his scarf, looks behind him, then looks at his scarf again, this time pointing to himself for good measure. "Me?"
"You, Doctor. Got to tell you apart somehow, haven't I? Numbers seem so impersonal." She grins. "You're coming, wonderful. I'll take this as your acceptance of my invitation."
"Fourth. Though I do also accept 'Doctor,' 'O, being of supreme intelligence,' and 'that devastatingly handsome fellow over there.'" His mouth opens and closes a couple of times-- "I am?"
"Well if you hadn't noticed, I say "Doctor" and a lot of people who aren't even alien look up. And as I said "Fourth" sounds so mechanical and unfeeling. You lot are living, breathing thing with beating hearts! Two each! ...Except the one in the leather. He's a jerk."
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"Ooh, that would be wonderful, Ianto. I could certainly use the help. Not as easy to move around anymore, don't you know."
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She grins, stroking a hand absently down her belly. "I do one of those things very well. I haven't been still for ages it seems like. Which is a lie, because I know Pete kept me off of my feet."
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"I...uhhh...I...yes. Right. Ummm Sunday roast..." The Doctor blinked once more for emphasis before running a hand through his blonde hair.
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And while Jackie knows there are four Doctors about, she has yet to meet Fivey so forgive her for not knowing who you are. "I thought it might be nice. This place makes it so easy to avoid everyone."
"Who are you then?"
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"Yes, well a bit of time to oneself is always a nice change I find." Time to himself and away from the wrath of Tegan for once in this regeneration. What more could he really ask for?
"I'm the Doctor. Pleasure to meet you Ms...?"
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"I've had too much time to myself. What with my daughter gone and then Mickey leaving too. Anyways, Sunday is not a day to be alone." She smiles, happily. She's very proud of herself for planning this.
"Jackie Tyler, nice to meet you too. This makes four for four and four of thirteen. And I haven't killed one yet, I think I've grown."
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"...My husband is more handsome."
BEAM. "You are."
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