[Milliways] OOM: Flat 007
Feb. 7th, 2007 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sarah Jane has never claimed to be the world's best cook. But she has always enjoyed it, ever since she was old enough to help her aunt out in the kitchen. Cooking had been a bonding experience for Sarah back then - a chance for her and her aunt to talk after long days at school and work - and even now, it makes her smile as she remembers those days.
It doesn't matter at all to her that her favourite jumper here (a fuzzy blue thing that keeps her quite warm) is now covered with bits of flour and eggs. Or that her hair is now streaked along the edges with butter. What matters is this: breakfast is now almost done (and smells rather good, if you ask her) and the Doctor will be here soon.
The table is set for two (she doesn't quite want to bother with waking James or Vesper this early) with a bowl of fruit in the center. The pot of tea boils on the stove, and a pitcher of mango juice (much better than orange) sits near the fruit bowl. There's fried bread out on the table, near a small container of butter, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, eggs (sunny side up), bacon, baked beans, and chips. Quite possibly enough food to feed an army, but Sarah doesn't care.
She grabs a plate for the sausages that are almost finished frying, enjoying all the aromas in the air. Now, all that she really needs is for her guest to show up.
It doesn't matter at all to her that her favourite jumper here (a fuzzy blue thing that keeps her quite warm) is now covered with bits of flour and eggs. Or that her hair is now streaked along the edges with butter. What matters is this: breakfast is now almost done (and smells rather good, if you ask her) and the Doctor will be here soon.
The table is set for two (she doesn't quite want to bother with waking James or Vesper this early) with a bowl of fruit in the center. The pot of tea boils on the stove, and a pitcher of mango juice (much better than orange) sits near the fruit bowl. There's fried bread out on the table, near a small container of butter, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, eggs (sunny side up), bacon, baked beans, and chips. Quite possibly enough food to feed an army, but Sarah doesn't care.
She grabs a plate for the sausages that are almost finished frying, enjoying all the aromas in the air. Now, all that she really needs is for her guest to show up.
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Date: 2007-02-10 01:22 am (UTC)And this is Sarah Jane, after all. So, he's happy to give it a go. He knocks on the door with one hand, the other holding a small vase with some exotic flowers he'd gotten from the gardens outside (with permission, of course).
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Date: 2007-02-10 01:33 am (UTC)But it's no use, and finally, she has to resort to prying each one off the fork (because the thought of picking them off the pan gently never occurred to her), wincing at the heat.
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Date: 2007-02-10 01:45 am (UTC)"Hello!" he says cheerily. "Normally, a bottle of wine is traditional, just not for breakfast. So, I got these instead."
He scoots the fruit bowl over a little to make room for the vase.
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Date: 2007-02-10 01:55 am (UTC)"Oh," she says softly, brushing her hair out of her face (as if it would make a difference) and then focusing on the flowers. "They're lovely. Thank you, Doctor."
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Date: 2007-02-10 02:02 am (UTC)"Smells wonderful," he finally says. It's almost a question.
He really doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.
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Date: 2007-02-10 02:25 am (UTC)After another moment of awkward staring, she nods to one of the chairs, implying that he should sit.
"It better smell wonderful," she begins, walking over to a cupboard to retrieve a couple of mugs. "I've been up since seven working on it."
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:12 am (UTC)"I am not that bad!"
And in annoyance, she splashes some water in his direction before sponging up her sweater.
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:26 am (UTC)She eyes him and shakes her head, taking a seat across from him. "You've been a horrid influence from the very moment I met you."
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:38 am (UTC)"I take exception to that!"
Then, he screws up his face in reluctance acceptance.
"Well, okay, not too much exception."
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:55 am (UTC)"Thank you," she says softly, glancing down at the table for a couple of seconds. She looks back upward and the hint of a mischeivous smile comes back. "Maybe I should change that to a fantastic influence then, eh?"
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:00 am (UTC)Then, with a gesture toward the food, "Shall we?"
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:07 am (UTC)Sarah nods and reaches for the jug of mango juice to pour herself a glass. "That is what you're here for, after all. Bon appetit."
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:28 am (UTC)"Very nice," he says after a couple of bites.
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:40 am (UTC)He assumes that Sarah Jane has cooked enough for her and the Doctor alone, and that he'll have to cook breakfast for himself and Vesper. He does not expect to see the glut of food that's clearly more than enough for two people. If he looked groggy when he stepped out the door, he's wide-awake by the time he reaches the kitchen.
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:43 am (UTC)"James!"
She looks surprised when she sees her flatmate walk in, thinking that he'd still be asleep at this hour. Or, at least, know better than to intrude.
Actually, that last thought might just be wishful thinking.
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:48 am (UTC)"Ah, this must be the disagreeable flatmate I've heard so much about."
Tact? You must have him confused with someone else.
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:50 am (UTC)"You've heard a litany of complaints, I'm sure."
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:53 am (UTC)"Only because you've been so thick lately," she replies.
And then only vaguely remembers her manners, even though a part of her really wishes she didn't. "Doctor, this is James. James, the Doctor."
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:58 am (UTC)He gestures toward the table.
"Make yourself a plate. There's plenty."
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