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[bit_impossible]

[a frustrated sigh is the first thing to broadcast over the Sphere, followed by the appearance of a tall, skinny woman with long, dark hair who appears to be wearing a suit exactly like the Doctor's brown pinstripe suit. unfortunately, the Sphere's only showing her from behind and there really isn't much to see as she doesn't have much of a figure. she doesn't seem to notice that her trousers are a little tight around her hips--the only thing, really, that is snug--but otherwise, they're cut to length. the only things that are ill-fitting are the suit-coat, which is too baggy around her shoulders, and the button-up shirt and other ones layered underneath.]

[grumbling under her breath, she runs an impatient hand through her hair.] Damn glasses, they used to stay on my face...

[finally, the Sphere swings around to show her fast at work in the security station, her expression severe and focused completely on the task at hand. until she suddenly smacks a hand on the desk and slumps into a chair there. she tears the glasses from her face and tucks them away into an inside pocket of her suit.]

Blimey, what the hell did he do?! I've tried everything and I still can't figure it out. There has to be something I'm missing...

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[oliverplus]

[raises an eyebrow at her] Did I upset you again!? I'm always doing that.

[bit_impossible]

[a little brighter than he meant it to be.] Not lately! You've done well staying out of hospital.

[oliverplus]

Well, yeah, but you get upset with me for more than just that!

[bit_impossible]

[heads over to Oliver, standing right in front of him] Look. You're not always going to do something I agree with, that's practically a given with everybody I've travelled with. And I only react that way because I care too much about you. You're just going to have to accept that--just like how I'm going to have to accept the boneheaded things you do in turn. [puts on a small smile] All right?

[oliverplus]

[blinks at him for a moment] You care too much, Doctor.

But yeah, I think it works out between us in the end. Don't you?

[bit_impossible]

[is tempted to pinch his cheek, but instead pats it, grinning] I do, Ollie boy! [and walks back over to the oven, stooping over to check on the biscuits.]

[oliverplus]

[grins back at him, feeling rather glad about that conversation]

How're the biscuits coming?

[bit_impossible]

[absently] Not...quite there yet...

[oliverplus]

Don't burn 'em now! And how are we gonna judge this, anyway? Is it just on my opinion?

[bit_impossible]

[decides not to protest that no, he's not going to burn them, damnit, and settles for a look instead]

I'm only making them to prove a point.

[oliverplus]

You know, people would want you to prove a point more often if it usually involved tasty food.

[bit_impossible]

Sadly, I'm never near an oven, let alone a kitchen when most points need to be made. Never mind the time. I'm not likely to be like, "Okay, I can prove that point, but wait 30-40 minutes for some nice, tasty food so you'll believe me more." you know?

[oliverplus]

[laughs] Good point! Then I'm just glad it's working out this time.

[bit_impossible]

So am I. We didn't get dessert, after all.

[checks the biscuits again and grins] Oh! Speaking of, I believe they're done! [pulls the tray out of the oven, setting it on the counter.]

[oliverplus]

All right! [steps over toward the tray. yes, he's about to grab a cookie right off the hot tray. no inhibitions does have its downside...]

[bit_impossible]

[aaaaand he quickly slaps Oliver's hands away, looking at him like he's grown two heads.] What are you doing?!

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is pouting like he just got unexpectedly attacked by a friend--probably because he did] Getting a biscuit!

[bit_impossible]

No...you were about to be burnt. These just came out, Oliver.

[oliverplus]

[blinks] Oh...right. Sorry.

[bit_impossible]

Did you suddenly forget about it? Or--[he glances down at the ground, remembering the red flowers, and notices them pooled around Ollie's ankles too.]--ahh. That explains a great deal.

[oliverplus]

What does? I just wanted a biscuit!

[bit_impossible]

The flowers! You wouldn't do something so stupid as touch a burning hot tray otherwise--or at least I hope you wouldn't!

[oliverplus]

I just wasn't thinking. What does that have to do with the flowers?

[bit_impossible]

[starts to scrape the biscuits off the tray and onto a cooling rack far away from Ollie while he explains.] Your tongue's a little looser than normal, you're acting on impulse, and you're not thinking clearly at all, that's obvious! [wags the spatula at him] The effects of these flowers have gotten to you as well.

[oliverplus]

[just...stares for a moment] No way! I feel fine.