[in the TARDIS kitchen]

[inthemoodnow]

[There's the sound of lots of banging.

And lots of sloshing.

And a little bit of cursing.

What the hell is going on in here.]

Comments

[pondpuppy]

[...Just coming in to get some milk]

[pondpuppy]

Yeah. Fine. Brilliant. I'll just... leave you to it, then.

[inthemoodnow]

Yeah, that actually might-

[inthemoodnow]

*SUDDENLY JUMPS AND TACKLES RORY TO THE GROUND*

[inthemoodnow]

*probably because a moment later, one of the bowls on the counter EXPLODES*

[pondpuppy]

[DOESN'T MANAGE TO SAY ANYTHING. JUST GAPES]

[inthemoodnow]

*has some lighter colored batter now dripping down from the top of his head*

Well, that was a close one!

[pondpuppy]

Is this what your life is like all the time?

[inthemoodnow]

*a thoughtful expression*

There's usually less cake. Which is a shame.

[pondpuppy]

Also, would you mind terribly? I really just wanted some milk and you're making breathing a bit...ah, difficult.

[inthemoodnow]

Hm? Oh! Right. Sorry, sorry.

*gets up off of him, offers a hand down to help Rory to his feet*

[pondpuppy]

[Takes it]

Thanks. And thanks for, uh, saving me from the exploding cake. I'll just... get my milk and go someplace less... volatile?

[inthemoodnow]

*claps him heartily on the back*

Probably a good idea.

*pauses to stick his tongue out to taste some of the batter that has, by this point, started dripping down his face*

...and it actually tastes pretty good. What a waste.

[pondpuppy]

You will just put anything in your mouth, won't you.

[inthemoodnow]

To the great delight of many who have known me.

[pondpuppy]

...Milk. Right.