[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.]

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[tea_bagging]

[I recognize this cursing.

Poking his head in the kitchen, but not committing to entering yet.]

[inthemoodnow]

*you might want to duck if you don't want to get hit in the face with some kind of slimy projectile*

[tea_bagging]

[does so!]

. . . Jack?

[inthemoodnow]

*looks up from a row of bowls, be-battered spatula in hand, apron tied on*

...hey, Ianto!

[pondpuppy]

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

[inthemoodnow]

*you might want to duck if you don't want to get hit in the face with some kind of slimy projectile*

[pondpuppy]

[If I didn't get hit with slimy projectiles, what would my function in the group be, again? So, getting hit]

Oh. My God, what is this? Can't you see that I'm right here?

[inthemoodnow]

Oh, hey, Rory.

*waves with a spatula in one hand... a spatula dripping with batter... like that in the bowl that he's holding in the other hand... with a few other bowls scattered on the counter near him*

[a_valiant_rose]

[warily peeks around the corner]

Alright in there?

[inthemoodnow]

*you might want to duck if you don't want to get hit in the face with some kind of slimy projectile*

[a_valiant_rose]

[ducks away from the door]

Jack! What are you doing?

[inthemoodnow]

Sorry! Cake.

*indeed, he has a spatula in one hand and a bowl in the others, with a couple other bowls sitting out on the counter. the contents of one of the bowls seems to be jumping a bit.*