I Drank What?

Jack didn't know what he'd eaten. Jack didn't want to know what he'd eaten.

It was awful. It was terrible. He was sure it was poison. He was going to die, he knew it, all because he couldn't resist the dare in Rose's eyes. Damn those eyes. Jack ran out of the room to find some alcohol.

"That was mean," the Time Lord told Rose, frowning.

"I did warn him," she said with a shrug.

"You knew he'd never be able to resist a comment like that."

"Not my fault," said Rose as she put the jar of marmite away.

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A/N: Did you know that marmite is 95 years old this year? At least that's what the radio is saying.