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The rich, entrancing smell of home made cookies hung around the console room. Anybody else would smile but The Doctor is a very odd man.
Rose , youuuu.
He was annoyed. Of course. His TARDIS smelt beautiful as it was, he didn't need the earthly smell of cookies upsetting his girl.
He strolled down one of the many, seemingly endless, corridors of the TARDIS.
"Rose" he called.
No reply.
"Rose, I'm too old to be playing hide and seek." he grumbled, his hand twitching nervously
Has something got in? Is Rose safe?
He heard the TARDIS groan, as if it were annoyed and triggered by the remark.
Sorry, old girl.
Nevertheless, the Doc was worried.
He turned a few more corners, hoping to see his friend. His Rose.
When arriving at the dining room, he knocked on the door.
"Rose."
He rudely didn't wait for a reply and barged in.
Rose was sat there, having a little tea party.
"What is this?" he scoffed.
"Happy birthday."
I'd completely forgotten.
The rich, entrancing smell of home made cookies hung around the console room. The Doctor smiled. The cookies were scrumptious.
He was pleased. Of course. His TARDIS smelt beautiful, he didn't need the unearthly smell of the Gallifreyan workshops upsetting his girl.