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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace leans against the console as the sound of the engines dies away with a last wheezing tearing thump.

Well.

That was that, then.

She's a trifle disappointed that she never found a way to effectively deal with the biscuit people, or even an effective way to communicate with them, but the primary purpose of being there (blowing the hell out of something) was met.

Good day. Gooooood day.

Days.

Whatever.

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[creator_raven]

Perhaps one of the biscuit people followed her home.

If not, what else could explain the cookie that has just leaped onto her shoulder.




Wait.

Cookie?

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There is startled flailing anyway. Animated baked goods aren't on Ace's favorite list EVER.

Ace can pull off a surprisingly good alto, given the right encouragement.

[creator_raven]

Raven pouts.

Dramatically.

"You are not hungry, then?"

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Ace sulks.

Somewhat dramatically.

"You aren't supposed t'be able t'do that." She points out in a huff while trying to (nonchalantly, really) brush off cookie crumbs. She considers sending a quick note to the Gallifreyan engineers concerning this small glitch, but then decides that it's more likely they'd drag her back and dump her in their version of the loony bin. Thanks, but no thanks.

"Missed me then?"

[creator_raven]

"That, I think, is a remarkably silly question."

That might be a yes, right there.

"Also a remarkably silly statement, yes?"

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"I'm a remarkably silly person." Ace points out in her own defence. "I missed you, so at least one of us is willin' to admit feelin's here." And then there is hugging.

Or clinging.

Probably hugging.

...

There were giant ambulatory yeast people, and she was going to be sacrificed to their god. Either option is perfectly valid.

[creator_raven]

Raven hugs back.

"It is a thing I had not know, perhaps."

But he's grinning, very brightly.

Sisters are nice.

Even after being captured by giant yeast people.

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The getting captured bit was totally not her fault.

"So. Any more where that came from?" Ace asks, eyeing the pulverized cookie. She kind of stamped on it.

A lot.

What?

[creator_raven]

Raven looks down at the trampled cookie.

"I would say yes, perhaps, but it is not so safe as that."

He blinks at her.

"You are not fond of coconut?"

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"There were biscuit people. I was going to be toasted for the biscut gods." Now, granted, this is an utter extrapolation from what she had observed, but it is a pretty logical conclusion.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks at her, head tilted.

"It is like bread, then?"

Blink.

"People are mostly not made for cooking."

Mostly.

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"... Mostly?"

She's not entirely sure she wants to know.

Alright, she totally wants to know, but she's pretty sure it's gross.

[creator_raven]

Raven shrugs.

"It is like sushi, perhaps."

Only . . . not quite.

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"Ewww!" She thwaps him, lightly, then goes back to locking the TARDIS down. "You never did answer 'bout the cookies." She points out encouragingly as she twists some knobs in a seemingly random pattern.

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose at her.

"I am always hungry, yes?"

He is munching on a cookie now.

Surprise!

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Ace gives him a scowl.
"No cookies for the defender of... no, that sounds stupid, I'd've blown it up for a lark anyway. Um. No cookies for the cute little sister?" She revises, though the scowl negates the cute somewhat.

[creator_raven]

Raven tweaks her nose, very solemnly, and stuffs two oatmeal cookies in her mouth.

Isn't he sweet?

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He's... um. Something. Yes.

She munches on the cookies contemplatively. Since there's two, this doesn't leave a lot of room for talking.





"Kinda lacking in chocolate." She finally rules, licking the crumbs off her fingers.

[creator_raven]

"Change is not always bad, I do not think."

He makes another face at her.

A shifty face.





"Also possibly I have eaten the last of the chocolate chip."

OH NOES.

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This is a TRAGEDY, akin to the sinking of the Titanic.

"Y'didn't save any for me? Well, that's gratitude for you." She sulks. "I suppose... I could make s'more?"

This is said in the highly doubtful voice usually reserved for contemplating eating live scorpions.

[creator_raven]

"It is like magic?"

The hope in his voice has nothing to do with any doubts about Ace's culinary skills.

Really.

Honest.

This is not a lie.

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He should severely doubt Ace's culinary skills. The girl can burn water.

"In the sense that I'm no good at it? Yes." Ace confirms, still looking doubtful. But the smell of freshly-baked cookies is so wonderful...

How hard could it be?

[creator_raven]

"Possibly it is problematic, I think."

Raven considers things very carefully.

"Also there is not an oven?"

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"I've got an oven." Ace corrects absent-mindedly. "It's quite the monster rig, you'd think they thought I was a master chef or sommat when they set up the kitchen pattern. I've actually got two ovens. One says 'conventional', an' one says 'convection'. Don't ask me what the difference is, they both look like ovens t'me."

[creator_raven]

"We could ask them, perhaps?"

He blinks.

"They are the ones that would know."