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[marthajonesmd]

Okay, so Martha would love to give each and every one of you individual gifts, but someone's mun is the most uncreative person ever and would probably just end up feeling embarrassed. Therefore, Martha's been chucked in the kitchen to make baked goods (or she was, she seems to have fled for warmer/less sadistic parts

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[rude_not_ginger]

[the question is, how many pieces can he gobble down before he gets drunk and starts proposing marriage to chairs?]

[marthajonesmd]

[Martha's...just going to quietly remove all furniture from the immediate vicinity now]

[rude_not_ginger]

You know, Marsha, you've got really great hair.

Not as great ash mine. But great!

[marthajonesmd]

[somewhere in the back of her mind, Martha is secretly compiling a handbook for new companions to be left aboard the TARDIS. "Keep away from fruitcake" has just been added to that handbook.]

Yeah, I think we had this conversation before, about you always stealing my styling product and using it up? And, um, I think you should probably stop eating now.

[quitehomoerotic]

Did somebody say food?

ooc: distracting moodtheme image is distracting.

[marthajonesmd]

Yeah, fruitcake. [grin] If you don't want to eat it, you can use it as a paperweight or chuck it at someone's head. It's really quite versatile!

((ooc: I spent a couple minutes staring at it and trying to figure out what was going on. O.o}}

[quitehomoerotic]

Oh Martha Jones I have never been known to refuse food. Not about to start now.

[And really, for someone as charismatic as him, he really can gobble food down. As he'll demonstrate right now.]

[ooc: she's, um, adoring him. Or something.]