No time, don't own and yeah
It was getting hard for Rose not to ignore the smell of cake that drifted through the TARDIS. It was chocolate, defiantly chocolate. Her stomach growled, she was pretty hungry already and this wasn't helping.
Rose climbed out of her bed, still in her pajamas and headed for the kitchen. The metal was cold against her bare feet. The kitchen door swung open noiselessly and Rose was quiet as she entered.
She had to try very hard not too burst out into hysterical laughter at the sight in the kitchen. It was a mess, with flour and sugar scattered over the counter tops and cake batter was smeared all over everything.
And the icing on the cake on, so too speak, was seeing the Doctor in a bright yellow apron with little cherries on it and matching oven mitts. He was leaning over the stove and seemed too be checking on the doneness of the cake. She could take it no longer and had to say something, but the words wouldn't come. All she managed was to laugh quietly.
"Rose!" The Doctor turned around, "Don't do that, you made me jump out of my skin!"
"Sorry Doctor," Rose smiled one of her smiles, tongue clamped between her teeth, eyes shining. "You have to admit the apron is a bit, err, interesting."
"Oh, right. Only one on the ship, gonna have to fix that." He blushed, "You want some cake? It's not frosted."
"I'd love some." He picked up the cake from the counter and they both sat at the small table.
"Happy Birthday Rose." The Doctor said to her quietly.
"It's my birthday?" She was genuinely surprised. "I had no idea, I've really lost track of when it is on Earth. I'll have to swing by Mum's today."
"We should do something fun today, after we say hello to your Mum that is. There must be something interesting going on somewhere, somewhen." He took a bite of cake.
"Mmm.. yeah, nothing too crazy." She replied, taking a bite of cake.
"That can't be guaranteed."
So if the British call french fries "Chips", then what do they call potato chips? I seriously have no idea.
~Spirit
