Sep 18, 2018 1:16 PM
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Rebecca and the Master meet
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"Yes. I ran out of what I brought along a couple of days ago and since then it's been purslane and lamb's quarters."

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He makes a face.

"I have better things than that. Are you one of the humans who die if they eat the wrong thing?"

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"- I'm not allergic to anything that I know about? I will die if I eat, uh, poison."

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He laughs and goes through the now open door, gesturing at her to follow.

It leads directly to a pantry, full of a large array of food. All of it is out in the open, seemingly at room temperature. 

None of it is raw food. All of it has already been prepared or can be eaten as is. A lot of it is unrecognizable, but she might recognize a few things, cheese, apples, a few cooked chickens, a variety of fancily decorated cakes. Most of the foods will at least have identifiable ingredients however. 

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"Oooooooh. Thank you. Uh, is there somewhere I can put Catherine down?" She goes for a piece of cheese one handed but she's eyeing the cake.

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"Somewhere? Like where? A table? A basket?"

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"Like a cradle."

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"Maybe somewhere," he says skeptically. 

"Are you sure a table won't work?"

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"She might roll off."

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"Oh. I could get one. How against stealing are you?"

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"...don't steal one out from under a baby? But if somebody has one in their attic I think I wanna put her down badly enough."

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He grins and returns to the control room.

When he opens the TARDIS's front door this time, it's to a darkened furniture store next to a row of show cradles. He grabs the nearest one, pulls it in, and closes the door. 

It's a white wooden cradle, with a cushioned bottom and trailing vines carved along the edges. 

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"Perfect." She kisses her baby and sets her down - the baby sleeps on - and shakes out her arms dramatically, and then aggressively scarfs down her piece of cheese and looks for a way to consume the cake more delicately than faceplanting in it.

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There is a kitchen attached to the storage room. It has drawers that might contain spoons. 

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Spoons, sure. She looks for spoons. Or forks!

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There is a drawer containing both, along with a rather impressive selection of knives. 

No two items of cutlery in the entire drawer match.

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That's okay. She gets a fork and has at the cake without cutting a slice first. She is pretty sure she can eat the whole thing.

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The cake is delicious. It might be the sweetest thing she has ever tasted.

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"'nk oooooo," she says around a mouthful of cake.

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"I'm the best."

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"Ish very yummy."

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He grabs one of the strange non-food looking bars for himself and bites into it. There is a rather loud crunch. 

"Why were you starving to death in the woods?"

 

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"Looking for Indians, couldn't find any."

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"Heard sometimes they'll take white girls and keep 'em."

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