Something like eggs

[handy_sparehand]

Nine hundred years, and the Doctor didn't cook all that often. Why use that great big ol' oven in the TARDIS for food when you could pick something up that's different and interesting and yo needn't eat all that much anyway

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[roseoflegend]

Birthdays were a funny sort of thing, especially when you reached the twenties. In the younger years there had been parties in which giggling had overwhelmed the thin walls, crepe paper and streamers had littered the white carpets for days and Jackie Tyler had baked cupcakes with rainbow colored frosting at her daughter's nearly impossible request. Glitter had been found in the carpet for months after, but it had been a wonderful party and the memories were ones that would never leave her mind.

But when she grew older, Rose didn't celebrate her birthday as lavishly but the day never went unrecognized by her mother. At the very least there would always be a card in a pink envelope tucked beneath her bedroom door, its bright colour peeking out when Rose opened her eyes.

For my Rose on her birthday.

Love for always, MumIt was, really, the little things that made the day the most special

[handy_sparehand]

In fact, John Smith was so brilliant he managed to get it all the way to Rose's without crashing about enough to wake her on the way. Or spilling or sloshing it all that much. All at a speed that kept it warm and paced the smell of it.

He was fairly proud of himself, but his own achievements today were an aside. What mattered today was the blonde form ensconced in a pink comforter. She'd likely fuss and complain about washing up and getting make up on once she woke up properly, but to his eyes she was as gorgeous as she could ever be, sitting with mussed hair and natural as she was meant to be.

He smiled softly down at her, and settled on the edge of the bed, presenting the platter of food to her. "Happy birthday, Rose."

[roseoflegend]

Had he really gone through all of that trouble for her? That was the first thought which filtered through Rose's sleep-heavy mind, accompanied with a sudden wrench of warm tenderness in her heart. Because of course he had. He was so gentle and so good, and so many things more than she could put into words.

Rose opened her eyes and the smile on her lips came first, warm and rich and real. "And I look a mess," she murmured, but the smile didn't go anywhere. "You went to all of this trouble for me? John.."

It was, quite possibly, the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. Rose let herself sit upright in bed, the covers pooling gently around her waist.

[handy_sparehand]

"You look beautiful, Rose." And it was the truth, no matter how much she fussed. When he'd been human before, the John Smith that died so the Doctor could live, his muddled memories had called her perfect. And to him, she might as well have been. His dream woman. Rose.

He offered another smile and leaned over the food to kiss her forehead. "Couldn't get the chip fryer to work, but all this is still hot."

[ivantrofim]