Five More Minutes
Disclaimer: If I owned a sonic screwdriver, it'd make the sound AND light up. Not just light up. Unfortunately, I don't – I don't even have a light-up-noise-making pen that looks like it. Ergo, I couldn't possibly be the alien using the alias "Russel T. Davies."
A/N: I dunno what's with me tonight, I must be hungry or something. All these more drabbles about food. (Altho I do have a reason for both the chips and the bananas.)
Chapter 6: Bananas (100 words)
"How many bananas would I need to buy for you to not eat them all over the course of oh, I don't know, a week?"
"Too many for you to carry."
"No, really! I want to make banana bread."
"You want to ruin perfectly good bananas by baking them into bread?"
"No, I want to make perfectly good bananas into perfectly amazing banana bread."
"That's still a waste of bananas," he muttered.
"It is not! Let me make some and prove it to you."
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"So, how is it?"
"Fantastic!"
"Ew. This regeneration doesn't have the mouth for that either, sorry."
A/N: Heh. I make a pretty mean banana bread, I have to tell you.