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milieva_ficsTitle: Sufganiyot Step One: Making the Dough
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer:You know who it does belong to, and that I am not on that list.
Summary:The Doctor and Rose spend a late night making doughnuts.
“You and your late night cravings,” he teased as he reached to the back shelf for the flour, fearing there might not be enough and they would have to make a stop somewhere, not that he wasn’t up for an adventure, but Rose was wanting them now, not later.
“My cravings amuse you.” She grinned at him as he moved around the kitchen rummaging through for ingredients.
After the flour made it to the worktop and the amount of it was judged as sufficient, it was followed by sugar, eggs, cinnamon, salt, yeast, butter, and rather large jar of oil.
“You know, there was a princess of Crefaldiax who had a strong craving for fried breads during her pregnancy,” the Doctor informed her as he measured the flour and piled it onto the chopping board.
Rose filled a measuring cup with a little warm water and set it near the Doctor who had an opened packet of yeast and a heaping spoonful of sugar at the ready. She watched in the silent bemused fascination as he stirred the mixture together.
“Nothing wrong with that,” she stated, leaning against the edge of the countertop to watch as he began to add ingredients to the flour.
“Actually, fried foods were considered beneath the royal court. The prince accused her of infidelity.”
The mixture was beginning to come together as something vaguely resembling dough resembling dough, albeit a little sticky. The Doctor motioned to the canister of flour he had set just out of his own reach. Rose laughed and slid it closer to him, kindly opening the latched lid for him.
“What happened?” she asked.
Rose had developed a guilty obsession with the royal gossip of all life forms, and the Doctor was more than willing to feed it to her, though in smaller bits and pieces than she would have liked, but that was what the cosmic internet data bases were for. It hadn’t taken too long for her to find the intergalactic version of Google.
“She was banished.”
“Because of a craving?”
“Not just a craving. The princess gave birth to healthy twin girls.” He stated matter-of-factly as he dusted the dough with a bit more flour and rolled it out again. “One had the fair lavender skin of the royal family. The other was a dark indigo.”
“Who was it?”
“The prince’s personal assistant.”
“No way.”
“Yes way”
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer:You know who it does belong to, and that I am not on that list.
Summary:The Doctor and Rose spend a late night making doughnuts.
“You and your late night cravings,” he teased as he reached to the back shelf for the flour, fearing there might not be enough and they would have to make a stop somewhere, not that he wasn’t up for an adventure, but Rose was wanting them now, not later.
“My cravings amuse you.” She grinned at him as he moved around the kitchen rummaging through for ingredients.
After the flour made it to the worktop and the amount of it was judged as sufficient, it was followed by sugar, eggs, cinnamon, salt, yeast, butter, and rather large jar of oil.
“You know, there was a princess of Crefaldiax who had a strong craving for fried breads during her pregnancy,” the Doctor informed her as he measured the flour and piled it onto the chopping board.
Rose filled a measuring cup with a little warm water and set it near the Doctor who had an opened packet of yeast and a heaping spoonful of sugar at the ready. She watched in the silent bemused fascination as he stirred the mixture together.
“Nothing wrong with that,” she stated, leaning against the edge of the countertop to watch as he began to add ingredients to the flour.
“Actually, fried foods were considered beneath the royal court. The prince accused her of infidelity.”
The mixture was beginning to come together as something vaguely resembling dough resembling dough, albeit a little sticky. The Doctor motioned to the canister of flour he had set just out of his own reach. Rose laughed and slid it closer to him, kindly opening the latched lid for him.
“What happened?” she asked.
Rose had developed a guilty obsession with the royal gossip of all life forms, and the Doctor was more than willing to feed it to her, though in smaller bits and pieces than she would have liked, but that was what the cosmic internet data bases were for. It hadn’t taken too long for her to find the intergalactic version of Google.
“She was banished.”
“Because of a craving?”
“Not just a craving. The princess gave birth to healthy twin girls.” He stated matter-of-factly as he dusted the dough with a bit more flour and rolled it out again. “One had the fair lavender skin of the royal family. The other was a dark indigo.”
“Who was it?”
“The prince’s personal assistant.”
“No way.”
“Yes way”
