A/N Hey all! This my first Doctor Who fic! I really hope you like it.
This is for my friend Ingrid who requested this a few months ago, so here it is! 3
"Come on Doctor!" Rose called down the hallway.
"No!" his determined voice answered.
She sighed, bouncing after him, "But why?" she whined.
"Because I will not participate in such childish games," he said, not turning around to acknowledge her.
"Nothing is childish about pie, Doctor," she said very seriously.
"When shoving as much of it into your mouth as possible is involved, then yes, it is childish," he said, a slight twinge of amusement finding its way into his voice.
She finally caught up to him and took his hand. "Doctor, what if I said you could shove the pie into my mouth?" she said mischievously, touching the tip of her tongue to her teeth.
The Doctor turned to face her, finally interested. "Well," he said.
Rose smiled widely and started to drag him back to the TARDIS kitchen. Just before they entered the kitchen, the Doctor stopped, "What's the catch?"
"What?"
"What's the catch?" he repeated.
"Why would there be a catch?" she asked.
"There's always a catch to these things," he explained.
Rose blushed, "Well, I was just, sort of, you know, hopin' I could do the shoving into your mouth," she mumbled.
"Sounds like a great way to have pie for the first time," he said, smiling.
Suddenly, Rose stopped, "Wait, you've never had pie before?"
"What? It's not all that common where I normally go!" he said defensively.
"Don't lie! I know you go to Earth more than anywhere!"
The Doctor stared at her, "I never thought it was that big of a deal."
"Doctor, I know what we're going to do today!" she announced.
He looked at her warily, "What?"
She smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye, "We're going to eat pie, as many different types as we can!"
"But-" he started.
"Will it still be there tomorrow?"
"Depends on when you are," he said sulkily.
"Can we go there tomorrow?"
"Yes," he sighed.
"Alright," she said cheerfully, "time for pie!"
A few minutes later, the TARDIS had a few fresh-baked pies ready to eat. Rose picked up a coconut cream pie, and set it in front of the table, where the Doctor was sitting. "Coconut cream," she said, handing him a fork.
He took the fork and dug it into the pie, puling it out with a look of trepidation on his face. Before he put it in his mouth, he sniffed it, "Well, it's not poisoned."
"The TARDIS made it, she wouldn't poison you!" Rose said.
"Yeah, but you had it in between the oven and me," he sad softly.
"Excuse me?" she exclaimed.
"Nothing," he said guiltily, finally putting the pie in his mouth. A look of joy flicked across his face, before he pushed it away.
"I saw that!" Rose cried, "You like the pie! You like the pie!"
"Maybe a little," he said.
Rose piled about five more pies on the table, taking a fork for herself and dug in, the Doctor doing the same.
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A few hours later, the Doctor and Rose sat around the table, laughing, all of the pies gone. Soon enough, pie-eating Tuesday became a weekly occurrence.