Goddesses, even potential goddesses, do not allow themselves to be taken by surprise. Neither, for that matter, do Time Ladies.
At least, that's what Jenny believes the Master would tell her if she were to ever ask. Regardless, this clearly isn't her room. Nor does she recall her Master ever mentioning any bar on the TARDIS
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As it is, he gives her a curious glance from his seat at the bar where he's enjoying a root beer float.
"Are you on your way to a party?"
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"Oh, I guess you must live here, then. I'm Arnold." He extends his hand with only the slightest hesitation--he's not sure how you're supposed to greet a goddess, but then manners are manners, as his grandma would say.
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Jenny laughs, shaking her head. His hand is ignored but there's still a greeting in her eyes. Handshakes, in her opinion, are overrated.
"Oh, not at all. That would be far too restricting - vulgar even."
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"I'm Jenny."
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Hmm, vulgar is a negative word, right?
"Sorry, Ms. Jenny, I just thought you might since people come here from all of time and space and that's your area of expertise."
Then, as a hastily added afterthought: "It's very nice to meet you!"
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"It's nice to meet you, too!" At least that was meant. The one thing he never could cure her of was a fascination in meeting new people. "Do you come here often?"
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He takes a sip of his float to accentuate the point.
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Or whenever he feels like it, really.
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Says the girl who worships a man named the Master.
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It seems perfectly functional to Arnold.
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"Yeah?"
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"Delivering ice cream to the kids of Hillwood at a fair price. Defending the city from the summer heat with the cold, cold sensations of frozen desserts. Bringing joy to kids everywhere. That is the holy task...of the Jolly Olly Man."
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"He sounds... impressive?"
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"Actually, he's kind of a jerk. But the name lives on!"
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