[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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[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.*

[a_valiant_rose]

I'm fairly sure cake isn't meant to do that. [points at the... jumping. bowl.]

[inthemoodnow]

Well, this kind isn't supposed to, at least.

*fixing the cake with a displeased look >:*

[a_valiant_rose]

Jack, why don't you step away from the cake batter before someone gets hurt.

[inthemoodnow]

So that nobody does get hurt. Don't look at me like that, I think that milk got contaminated by something in the fridge.

[tea_bagging]

Watch out.

[a_valiant_rose]

What is he doing in there?

[tea_bagging]

He claims to be baking.

[a_valiant_rose]

...Are you sure that's baking?

[tea_bagging]

I'm sure that's a question better left unanswered.

[a_valiant_rose]

Okay then how about... why, exactly, is he attempting to bake?

[tea_bagging]

He hasn't said. Much too busy dodging the cake batter.

[a_valiant_rose]

I'm thinking someone needs to intervene before he blows something up.