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. ]

[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]

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.

[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.]

[acadie]

...La lune? [ she asks of the moon as if she is in no way able to believe what he's telling her. ]

[beforeyouask]

See those stars? [There now, he's pointing a bit more specifically.] Beyond them, keep going just a bit to the right, oh, a good long while. Say, about five hundred years give or take.

[acadie]

Impossible!

[ the word, though understandable in english, was spoken undeniably in french. ]

[beforeyouask]

[He raises his hands with a 'wait a minute' sort of gesture.]

Ah, um. Well. More possible than you might think. In fact, most things are. [Like the sonic screwdriver he's pulled out his pocket, for example. It's followed by a satsuma and a compass, both of which he juggles for a moment.]

Right. That's me. Impossible.

[acadie]

[ she watches -- mesmerized, really. especially by the compass.

give her a moment or two and she may very well try to snatch it from the air with interest. ]

[beforeyouask]

[He's fine with her having at the compass, really. Just a regular old compass, that. He's probably had that in there for awhile.]

Never know when you need a good compass, eh?

[acadie]

I need this. [ she rattles it gently, checks its heading, and almost-smiles. ] I can pay you...?

[beforeyouask]

No, no, go on. You can have it. My treat. Sometimes you need a good compass to get your bearings.

[acadie]

You're certain, monsieur?

[beforeyouask]

Quite certain. I'm sure I've got another knocking about somewhere. All sorts of things in my pockets,.

[acadie]

...Like what, monsieur?