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On a roll, apparently. For dameluckypants:
Cooking!Nine
"I wonder..." The Doctor was standing in one of the TARDIS' many kitchens--a small one, wallpapered and homey--contemplating a blender. He'd been there for the past fifteen minutes, give or take, and couldn't quite get up the courage to press the 'on' button. It wasn't that milkshakes were all that difficult really, but he had this niggling sense that it wasn't going to turn out right. Which was ridiculous. All that genius, surely he could handle pouring ice cream and chocolate syrup in a pitcher. It was easy. Easy as pie (which went well with milkshakes, maybe there was some in the fridge), in fact--
Suddenly his vision was obscured by a warm blob that turned out to be fingers when he tilted his head back.
"Earth to Doctor."
Eyeroll. Honestly, they weren't even in the Milky Way. "Earth's a bit out of range."
"Terania 7 to Doctor, then. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just a little experiment." A pause, then at Mickey's doubtful look, "Trying to see if I can cook in this regeneration."
"You don't know?"
"We eat a lot of take-out, I haven't had a chance to try!"
"But you're like... a billion years old. You're telling me you've never cooked anything?"
"Oi, I'm barely middle-aged! Anyway, doesn't matter. Not everything transfers. I could be completely rubbish at it for all I know."
"So quit stalling and find out already. I mean, how bad can it be?"
It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was delicious. The only downside was that there wasn't enough left in the blender to fill a cup. "Lid," muttered the Doctor as he tried unsuccessfully to reach the glob of ice cream on his nose with his tongue. "I knew I forgot something."
Cooking!Nine
"I wonder..." The Doctor was standing in one of the TARDIS' many kitchens--a small one, wallpapered and homey--contemplating a blender. He'd been there for the past fifteen minutes, give or take, and couldn't quite get up the courage to press the 'on' button. It wasn't that milkshakes were all that difficult really, but he had this niggling sense that it wasn't going to turn out right. Which was ridiculous. All that genius, surely he could handle pouring ice cream and chocolate syrup in a pitcher. It was easy. Easy as pie (which went well with milkshakes, maybe there was some in the fridge), in fact--
Suddenly his vision was obscured by a warm blob that turned out to be fingers when he tilted his head back.
"Earth to Doctor."
Eyeroll. Honestly, they weren't even in the Milky Way. "Earth's a bit out of range."
"Terania 7 to Doctor, then. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just a little experiment." A pause, then at Mickey's doubtful look, "Trying to see if I can cook in this regeneration."
"You don't know?"
"We eat a lot of take-out, I haven't had a chance to try!"
"But you're like... a billion years old. You're telling me you've never cooked anything?"
"Oi, I'm barely middle-aged! Anyway, doesn't matter. Not everything transfers. I could be completely rubbish at it for all I know."
"So quit stalling and find out already. I mean, how bad can it be?"
It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was delicious. The only downside was that there wasn't enough left in the blender to fill a cup. "Lid," muttered the Doctor as he tried unsuccessfully to reach the glob of ice cream on his nose with his tongue. "I knew I forgot something."