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"Goddamn that was smooth," he replied with a grin, eyes practically twinkling as he scarfed down another bite. "Just throw me into bed already that was the smoothest remark I've ever heard in my entire life."

Then the Doctor paused, and smiled. "Thanks though. Don't think I'm the best, because that's obviously you, but thank you."

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"Just like you," she intoned, lifting more of the egg into her mouth. Then, even before she finished chewing, she added, "Fitting, seeing as you made it for me." She swallowed. “‘Cause you’re the best."

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A smile danced across his face and then he sat back in his chair, still smiling at her. "So, how's breakfast? Magnifique?"

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She grinned down at her plate again and poked at her food. She was tempted to deny the compliment, because she didn’t quiiite agree, but she didn’t want to be rude.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she giggled quietly, still not meeting his eyes.

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"Actually, no, I'm not just saying that," he replied, his voice light but very serious. He took a bite, swallowed, then: "You are impressive in every way possible."

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She looked down at her plate and chuckled coyly as she stabbed another piece of egg with her fork.

"You’re just sayin’ that," she denied playfully, then stuck the food in her mouth. After a moment, she added, "Yoooou just can’t stand not returning a compliment when you get one.”

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"Oh, so everything's impressive?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Calm down on the compliments, there, or you might give me a complex."

A smirk spread across his face, but then, he added, "It's not as if you're not impressive, though. Because you are. Very impressive."

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She paused for about a half second and looked over when he took her hand. It caught her a little off-guard, but she was sure it must have been because of what she said. She wondered what he was thinking but, in her typical fashion, decided not to continue with that particular part of the conversation.

Still holding onto his hand, she nodded and giggled, replying, “Sounds like it. You’re just.. a very impressive creature, Doc.” She glared at him playfully. “Curse you and your impressive.. everything.”

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He reached over and took her free hand at the grim chuckle. He knew how she felt, but he hoped she knew that he thought she was one of the single most brilliant people he'd met.

Then it was his turn to chuckle, albeit not grimly, at her comment. "Honestly, it has something to do with how my brain processes and stores things. It gives me more space to store shit. It's like the difference between SD cards being able to hold eight, or sixteen, or thirty-two gigabytes while staying the same size. It's all about the way that it stores information and such. Basically, yeah, insane Time Lord-y shit."

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"Hm.." She stuck another bite in her mouth. "Maybe. I fucking suck at learning, like, anything, but I suppose you know that by now.” she replied. She added a meager chuckle—mostly to avoid sounding as grim as she actually felt about it. But he knew her feelings already anyways.

"That’s craazzzyyy, though. Like.. how do you even get that many languages in one head? And remember them?” She shook her head down towards her plate. “Damn insane Time Lord-y shit..”

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He ate a couple of bites in the time that she spoke, then nodded as he swallowed. "Mhm. Yeah, somewhere around there. Five billion ish. All the way from Old High Gallifreyan to Portuguese to the Judoon language."

He ate another bite. "I could teach you some if you wanted to—any language you want. I mean, I'm not gonna turn you into a fluent speaker overnight but with some work and immersion in the culture maybe you could learn at least some."

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She watched as he set her plate down, then pulled out the chair from her spot and dropped herself down with a sigh. “Excellent.” she praised with a grin, grabbing her fork. “Thank you.” She used the side and sliced a piece of the egg, then jabbed it—with probably a little more force than necessary—and stuffed it in her mouth.

"I wish I could speak French fluently. Or any language other than English at all, really.." She swallowed, then leaned towards him, narrowing her eyes. "How many languages do you speak again? Like.. five billion?"

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//Big announcement:

playrole's mun and I date.

((I ship you and Raven so hard! Both IC and OOC. Just... ALL MY FEELS

//omg she’s gonna laugh her ass off when she sees this.

you shoulda seen the conversation we had about our two idiots yesterday, lol.//

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"Okay, then. Breakfast is ready!" he replied, flashing a grin of his own.

He lifted both plates carefully as she spoke, and nodded. "You're right, there. It's just a little more elegant. Je t'aime." He pronounced the last part carefully as he followed her towards the dining room; though he was fluent, he wanted to make sure the French rolled off his tongue as well as it could. "Even that's more elegant than English."

When they reached the dining room he set both plates down, and then sat down himself. "Ta-da! Breakfast is served."

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Her lips curved into a thoughtful pout, and she shook her head after a moment. “IIII don’t think sooo.. I still have tea left, so I think that’s all for me.” she thought out loud, then flashing him a goofy smile.

She shuffled over to the drawer where they kept the silverware and set her mug down on the counter above it, then opened it and pulled out a couple forks. She set one on each plate. “About the 'donkey thing', though.. We literally just call people ‘dumbasses’ in American English. I think donkey thing is probably a little more elegant.” she pointed out with a laugh, picking up her tea again and heading for the doorway.

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"I said that you're very cute," he replied with a smirk, dropping the final egg onto the plate and putting the pan in the sink. "And French is kind of pretty isn't it. Well, until you realize one of their idioms for something being stupid literally translates to 'donkey thing'."

With a snort he pulled another plate from its cabinet and pushed half the eggs onto it. "Alright, eggs done. Anything else?"

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Her jaw dropped open just a small amount and she glanced around, picking through her mind to try and decode what he’d just told her—she knew she’d heard all those words before, if only she could just remember what all of them would mean put together in a sentence..

”.. Yeah, I only caught, like, part of that.” she chuckled with a shake of her head. Finally, she looked back at him. “Sure does sound pretty, though.”

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He laughed at her. "I'll have to disagree with you, there. You're the magnifique one."

The Doctor pause to check the eggs, then turned back to talk to her. "I like the French by the way. Vous êtes très mignon." He tossed the last phrase out there with a smirk, before sliding the eggs onto the plate and putting a final one in the pan.

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She pushed herself off of the counter—that she had sat herself down on like a child while he cooked—and stepped over to the stove again. She glanced into the pan, looked over the eggs, and nodded approvingly. “Yes. They’re magnifique!" she cheered, throwing her hands up momentarily. She then jabbed a finger into his belly. "Just like you."

Then she moved back over to her spot and took a sip of her tea, which she was halfway through by now.

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He grinned at her first comment, picking up a spatula and keeping an eye on the food.

Then, at her final comment, he replied, "Why wouldn't that be alright? S'not like these are the last dozen eggs in the entire universe. You can have thirty if you want."

It didn't take long before the two in the pan had cooked, and he managed to fit three the next time, with a little careful maneuvering. "Look at those beautiful eggs. Took a lot of talent to make those eggs."

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"You dork," she laughed, moving out of his way and stepping back over to where her tea was. Then, thinking aloud to answer his question, she rambled, "But, um, I dunno.. Two? Three? Two or three, I guess." She picked up her mug again. "If that’s alright, I mean," she mumbled before she took a sip.

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"Going in dry is never a good idea," he repeated with a smirk, then defended himself. "Hey, you said I could say that again."

He pushed the bowl aside when she told him what she wanted, waiting until the butter had melted before side-stepping in front of the oven and cracking a couple of eggs in carefully. "How many do you want?"

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She gave a particularly loud snort. “Oof, you can say that again.”

She pushed off of the counter and walked around him to the fridge, opening one of the doors. “But, uh, I’d appreciate it a whole lot if you could make mine over easy, thanks,” she replied, jumping back to his question. She grabbed what was left of one of the sticks of butter and then a plate and a butter knife, and cut a slice off the end and dropped it in the pan. She spread it around as it melted.

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i don’t even interpret “uwu” as a smiley i just read it as “oo woo”

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the waitomo caves of new zealand’s northern island, formed two million years ago from the surrounding limestone bedrock, are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus.

photos from spellbound waitomo tours, forevergone, blue polaris, and martin rietze. (more cave photos) (more bioluminescence photos)

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"Obviously," he replied, grinning wolfishly at her. "Lubrication is the most important part. Going in dry is never a good idea."

He barely contained a laugh at his own joke, and composed himself before adding, "Also, do you want yours cooked over easy or scrambled?"

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He nodded as she slipped past him and walked out behind her. They got to the kitchen and she asked about helping, and he replied, “Well, sure, if you want.”

He pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and went to the refrigerator to grab some eggs. “Can you grab a pan and heat it up?” he asked, setting the bowl on the counter.

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He nodded as she slipped past him and walked out behind her. They got to the kitchen and she asked about helping, and he replied, "Well, sure, if you want."

He pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and went to the refrigerator to grab some eggs. "Can you grab a pan and heat it up?" he asked, setting the bowl on the counter.

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She threw her head back for a second and snorted, then looked back at him with a grin.

"I guess I’ll just wait until after that ‘fantastic breakfast’,” she mocked, then sliding past him and into the hall, heading for the kitchen. Once she arrived, with the Doctor entering behind her, she ambled over to the counter and set her tea down. “Did you want me to help?”

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"I know, right," he replied with a grin. "I'm terrifying."

He shrugged at what she said next, waiting in the doorway. "I suppooooooose I could cook slowly and give you time to shower, if you want to. Ooooor we could shower together after a fantastic breakfast." He cracked a grin. "Make your choice wisely."

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"Wow, that was terrifying,” she laughed, turning to get her mug. “Lasted a whole two seconds.”

After taking another sip, she started walking towards him, but stopped right before she got to the doorway, musing, “Hm, I guess I wouldn’t really have time to shower before food is ready, would I? Food probably wouldn’t take long enough, right?”