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After being chased by and beaten by a werewolf and banished from England by Queen Victoria, a day of rest was mandatory and necessary.
As my bath had been shortened the day before, I took another one and this time I took my time as much as possible to take care of myself and rest. Body care, hair care, face care; I felt like I was reviving and had new skin. I relaxed in the hot, soapy water; arms outstretched to avoid slipping into the tub. It was when I felt sleepy in the bathtub, despite the music, that it was time to get out of the water.
After wiping my body with a towel and putting on pyjamas and a robe, I went back to my room, hair wrapped in a towel. Passing in front of the mirror I giggled at my outfit. My pyjamas were simply blue / gray striped stockings and a gray t-shirt with short sleeves and a round neck. It was the dressing gown that amused me. It looked like a replica of the blue dressing gown that Sherlock wore in the series.
About an hour later, I left my room to head for the observatory, book, phone and headphones in my hands, and skin smooth and soft like a baby's and smelling of moisturizer.
When I opened the observatory door, I saw that the room was not occupied. I had no idea where Rose and the Doctor were. I walked over to one of the blue velvet armchairs and sat down looking for the best position to read. After finding it and successfully broadcasting my music around the room with the help of Sexy; I started reading the first chapter. I rubbed my eyes and wished I hadn't lost my glasses. Suddenly something fell on my books making me jump in surprise. After having calmed my pounding heart I could see what had fallen on my book. It was a pair of glasses. The pair with a very thin frame in gold metal and the lenses were large and round.
When trying on the pair, the vision of the room became much sharper than when I was not wearing them, it was perfectly adapted to my vision. By removing the glasses and observing them a little closer I could see that the glass was not completely transparent and were slightly tinted. I assumed that the glasses had a treatment for the lenses other than being slightly tinted. I thanked the Tardis for the glasses which were very useful to me and I went back to my reading, which had become much more pleasant with the glasses. I had in my hands one of the novels belonging to the records of Terry Pratchett's World Records.
I don't know how long I'd been reading, but I was almost done with my book when the observatory door opened quietly. I only glanced at the door to see that it was the doctor before I returned to my reading. He was not wearing his suit jacket or tie and also had a book to read, and he settled down on the full length of the sofa after removing his converse.
After I finished my book, I slightly regretted not having taken another one. Instead I stretched my legs after crossing them for a while, my knees slightly sore. I enjoyed the music in silence before I started to watch the Doctor quietly reading his book. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the glasses on his nose and his hair slightly ruffled. As if he had styled them but a flurry had defeated his work and now only a few strands fell on his forehead. After watching the Doctor for a while, enjoying the calm and the music, I decided to watch the space above me. The galaxies, stars and planets were different from the last time but just as beautiful as the previous show. And during my observation I unconsciously tapped a rhythm with my fingers on the armrest of the armchair which went perfectly with the music broadcast: ballad n ° 1 in G minor op 23 by Chopin, played in the anime 'Your Lie in April'.
At the end of the music, the Doctor closed his book, having put a bookmark where he had stopped and placed the book on the coffee table next to him. He crossed his hands and put them on his abdomen and observed the sky in turn. I repositioned myself in the chair, bringing my legs and feet back to the heat source that was my body and the chair. As Saint-Saëns' introduction and rondo capriccioso in A minor calmly played my stomach began to rumble softly, telling me that I had to eat. The gurgling was not very loud, but the Doctor seemed to hear it as he turned his head towards me, an amused smile on his lips and arched eyebrows. I blushed.
"No comment," I warned him, looking falsely bossy.
"I wasn't going to say anything!" Defended the Doctor, raising his hands.
"No, but you may have thought so and your face said it all."
The Doctor said nothing but gave me a cheeky smile.
"So," I said, clasping my hands together in a pose similar to what Sherlock was doing. "I think I'm going to cook."
I thought about what I wanted to eat, and a recipe came to my mind.
"I know what I'm going to cook. I'm going to make carbonara pasta."
"Why cook when I can take you to Rome?" Asked the Doctor indignantly. "You have access to all the restaurants existing in time and space and you choose to cook by yourself."
"Sometimes the food served by the restaurants do not exceed home cooking, and it is a recipe that my family made that I want to make. There are some changes compared to the original recipe." I explained as I got up from the chair and stretched.
The Doctor groaned but didn't seem to want to argue with me. Just before I left the observatory, I turned to him.
"Do you want to help me cook?" I offered gently. "Can you even cook in this body?" I added with a mischievous, laughing smile.
"No idea," admitted the Doctor, shrugging. "I guess you have to find out."
"We can set rule; whether you must be forbidden to touch kitchen utensils or not." I laughed.
"Oi! No one will stop me from doing anything in my TARDIS."
I just laughed.
"See you in ten minutes in the kitchen?" I asked, wiping away a tear of laughter.
"Deal." Agreed the Doctor.
I smiled at him and went back to my room to put my book down and then headed for the kitchen. I looked for and took out the ingredients as well as the cooking utensils I needed: pasta, fresh cream, onion, bacon, egg and cheese. I first cooked the pasta water and by the time I pulled out the cutting board the Doctor finally arrived.
"What can I do?" He asked as he settled down next to me.
"You can prepare the onion. Peel it before cutting it in half, and cut it into slices," I said pushing the board, the knife and the onion towards him.
I put in the frying pan on the stove fires and quickly the smell of cooking meat perfumed the kitchen. A few minutes later I put the pasta in the water and activated the timer.
"Do you know I could have been the timer? Time Lord, me," he said, cutting the onions into thin slices.
"Take care of the onion instead of watching me, I don't want blood in my food," I said turning my index finger in his direction.
I then proceeded to grate the cheese while monitoring the cooking of the bacon and as soon as the Doctor had finished slicing the onions, I took them and added them to the meat.
"Take care of the egg now. I only want the yolk which you will put in this small container," I added while pointing to the small terracotta ramekin while mixing the bacon and onions in the pan.
While the Doctor got down to work, I finally added the cream to the cooking mixture. I gently stirred the white matter with a wooden spoon while it became liquid with heat. My phone alerted me a few minutes later that the pasta was finished leathering and I let the Doctor take care of it to remove all the water. Then, he went to set the table while I mixed all the ingredients together, first the pasta and the side dish with the sauce, then the egg yolk and finally the cheese. I was just finishing mixing when Rose suddenly came into the kitchen.
"It smells pretty good," she said, sniffing the smell, eyes closed.
"I made carbonara pasta, do you want a Rose plate?" I asked, placing the pan on the trivet on the kitchen table.
"I don't mind," she accepted. "I'm starving."
The Doctor went to get new cutlery and I served everyone. I watched the Doctor and Rose ate their first bite.
"It's delicious, Alvia!" Congratulated the Doctor, taking another bite.
Rose confirmed by shaking her head when her mouth was full, and I told them that I was happy that they found the dish delicious before I started eating myself. At the end of the meal, I leaned back in my chair, placing a hand on my stomach full of food, sated. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as Rose moaned that she couldn't swallow anything, not even a dessert.
"I admit, a homemade dish is better than a restaurant dish," conceded the Doctor, leaning on his fist.
"You see, I was right."
"Nothing beats the power of cooking done with love," Rose said. "Although, I still have no idea who this Love is," added Rose in a poor joke.
But I still let out a laugh.
"Just as I still don't know who Moderation is. He's always there when you need to drink." I joked, winking.
Rose left in a laugh and I quickly joined her; the Doctor shaking his head at the level of jokes we were making. I liked this atmosphere; it was something that I enjoyed most with the kitchen. The room was a place of neutrality and conviviality.