tea & biscuits?

[beforeyouask]

 [He's been staring intently for the longest while.  The longest, really, like he's been waiting. Fancy that.]

Is that a yes, then?  Because your mouth seems really confused. Nah, [the Doctor holds up a finger to shush] don't answer that.  

Make tea. [He might have thumped the counter, half goes for it, and just raises his hands.]  Use the kettle this time, you heathen.  

Best answer to anything you could ever want, tea.  Two sugars--Sorry, sorry, hang on, I've got this. One sugar, bit of milk. I remember (now). Oh, and before you take your pill, have a biscuit. Everyone likes a lovely biscuit.  The lemon and Earl Grey ones you got'll do.  In the cupboard!

[He's all smiles, that madman, him.] 

Now who's a grumpy face, eh? 

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[badwolf]

Tea- Oh tea sounds-- [ Excuse her while she shoos off her own mun for a cup or two. Why hadn't we thought of that? ]

And what are you waitin' on, then? A Yes? [ Nosy? Who's nosy? ]

[beforeyouask]

When everything goes wrong? Tea. [He raises his cup.] When everything goes right? More tea.

And yes. A yes to traveling somewhere, anywhere. [The Doctor gestures and manages to keep the tea in the cup.] But that's the problem, isn't it? Choosing the destination. Time was I could just spin the old girl up and off we'd go.

[badwolf]

When the Doctor's laid flat, dead to the world? Tea. [ Heh. Heheh. She'll raise her own, convenient cuppa. ]

S'not too bad, bein' stuck from world to world. --Nothing as good as the TARDIS, 'course. So it's a Yes they'll look around, or ... Yes they've found somewhere?

[ She's got her eye on that cup of his- ready to dodge at a moment's notice. ]

[beforeyouask]

Never dead, just resting. [Good tea. Tannins will always be good for neurons.]

I think it's a yes for looking around. No fixed place yet for me to, well-- [He waves. Not wasting tea, back to sipping it, thank-you.] Meddle, I suppose.

How are you hopping from one place to the next? Question for the ages, that.

[badwolf]

Yeah, an' you rest like a lump.

--Who, me specifically? Or people in general? Nifty little time streams, I'd say. Big mass of everything here- but it all filters out into something more specific whenever we end up somewhere.

[beforeyouask]

When I do. [No one has time for rest anymore, it's go, go, go, with helping of go faster. But when he does take his time...]

Time streams. [He folds his arms pensively.] Sounds a bit dodgy, that.

[acadie]

[ her curiousity gets the better of her, despite a deep-seated distrust of british accents... ]

Your, ah -- comment est-il dit -- writer? She don't know how to make the tea?

[ rough grammar. a heavy, rural french voice. ]

[beforeyouask]

She just heats it up in the micro most days. It's barbaric.

[There's a minute pause, then a smile.]

Hello, nice to meet you!

[acadie]

And you, monsieur. Though your talk of...mee-cros -- [ she tries ] -- is very confusing.

[beforeyouask]

That's alright. Never mind the micro. It's the cheater's way to boiling water, anyway. That's why I prefer the kettle. Tea's got to be done the right way or it comes out all [he makes a face and waggles his fingers] odd.

[acadie]

Ah -- the kettle. I know this. The fire, the kettle, the tea. It comes out -- err -- very good, like this. Eh?

[beforeyouask]

Yes, exactly! You've got it right, you do. That's lovely.

[acadie]

You are -- ah -- English?

[beforeyouask]

Ah, no, not really. I suppose I just sound British. [He rubs at his hair for a moment.] I'm from a bit further away than Great Britain.

[acadie]

...One of the colonies, monsieur?

[beforeyouask]

Bit further up, all the way up, in fact. [He points to the sky and smiles.]

[stayfluffy]

Can she make some extra tea for me please? I'd make my own but my sisters said I'm not allowed to use the kettle anymore, not since the sprinkle-and-pickle-monster incident.

[Have a little robot miss just smiling brightly at you while her mun makes grabbyhands in the background because Doctor]

Hello!

[beforeyouask]

I can't see why not. A bit of extra water in the kettle and there you have--

[And then he stops.]

Wait, wait, wait, no, I'm sorry. Wait. The 'sprinkle-and-pickle-monster' what?!

[But isn't she the cutest thing, yeah?]

Hiiii~

[stayfluffy]

Weeeell, I was trying to make a new kind of tea, and a picklemonster popped out of my void and got all covered in the sprinkles I was gonna use. He was really nice though!

But The Spine was all mad because we made a big mess of the kitchen playing Forts!

:D

[beforeyouask]

Just goes to show you, not all monsters are mean. Actually, most of them aren't. Hang on, how in the world does that bar you from using a kettle, then?

[stayfluffy]

Most of em are really really nice and like playing jumprope!

Because I forgot about it and the bottom fell out. And because I'm not allowed to use the stove anyways either.

[beforeyouask]

[He makes a face, agreeing.]

True enough, jump-rope sounds about right. {,small>Huh, go figure. A robot what forgets the tea's on. Still.]

That's a travesty, that is. I love a good stove with a kettle on. Nothing quite like that whistle when its done.

[stayfluffy]

Jumprope is lotsa fun! Just as much as hopscotch and hulahoops and hide and seek and pirates!

[She's... a little odd, it's her sister that'd remember the kettle not her.]

The Spine pretends she doesn't, but she really likes when the kettle whistles old Broadway songs!

[beforeyouask]

All of that sounds like it's brilliant to me. Especially a kettle whistling Broadway tunes. That sounds fantastic.

[stayfluffy]

The kettle is really good at it too! And you should hear the egg timer, I taught it to sing disney songs!