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Rachel told Mel to get some sleep. So Mel slept. And she told her to eat. So she's eating. At a table in the middle of the bar, Badge pinned to the holster on her thigh, she's tucking into a mound of pancakes, liberally covering in bacon and syrup.

Dinah offered her shapes, she went for shapes. Everything she had.

Except for turtles. That's just wierd.

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"That's great!" Mel says, beaming. "Knew he couldn't stay out for long."

"He's been doin' it for the better part of nine hundred years. One would hope he wouldn't lose the knack of it that quickly." Ace agrees.

...

"He kissed me before he left." Yes, that is a severe WTF in her voice.

"Well, he's probably gonna miss y... wait, kissed?"

Mel's WTF face trumps Ace's.

"Yes. Then swanned off without further explanation."

She pauses.

"For the sake of my sanity, I'm writing it off as a quirk of the regneration."

Mel blinks a few times.

"Yeah," she agrees. "That's probably for the best."

Ace contemplatively nibbles on her purloined pancake.

"He's evidently had quite a bit of experience at that too..." She pauses again.

"And we're going to pretend I never said that. Ow." It's easy, sometimes, to forget this Doctor is, in the essentials, the Doctor she loved as a Father for decades. And then, sometimes, it is hard to forget.

"OK, Ace?" Mel volunteers. "Y'need to get some from someone who isn't your mentor."

Ace faepalms. Emphatically.

"I am not lookin' to 'get some' from anyone, least of all him!" She protests. "He started it."

Alright, she already knows that is the lamest excuse ever. Really.

"Sure he did," Mel points out, tearing a train in half. "But I betcha didn't finish it right away."

The facepalming continues. It hides the blush.

The Doctor really isn't half bad at the kissing thing.

"Not right away, no. Thus with the writing it off. Has to be a personality quirk, right?" Yes. Clutching at straws fully in effect.

Mel smirks a little.

"I'm just saying, Ace. Not him. But what about someone else?"

"Eh." She shrugs, looking decidedly unenthusiastic. "S'not really a priority."

Ever again, if she has her way about it.

"OK," Mel relents. "Just thought y'might be missin' it, is all."

She knows she did.

"Well, yeah." OBviously, she doesn't say, even though it is terribly clear. "Just not intendin' t'go lookin' for it."

"An' then when innappropriate people kissya, it's sets somethin' off and you start gettin' all flustered," Mel points out.

"I am not flustered." Ace retorts.

...

It'd probably help if she didn't look flustered, wouldn't it?

...yes it would.

"Course you're not," Mel replies easily. "That's why you didn't kiss him back."

"Right."

...

That or she was too shocked at the time. But we're NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT.

NO WE ARE NOT.

"Right," Mel confirms. "Sory just throwing out unwanted opinion there."

"S'alright." It's not like she hasn't been thinking about it.

No. Wait. She hasn't. Right. That's the story, and we're sticking to it. Except when we're not.

...

Bother tricky emotions anyway.

"So whatcha up to?"

"Mostly? Learning how to live with a Phoenix inside me. Which is... interesting."

That earns a curious headtilt. You knew it would, didn't you?

"A Phoenix? What's that?" Poor Ace. No comic book experience to speak of.

Mel takes a deep breath, not really knowing how to explain. For lo, she has no comic book experience either.

"S'a force," she starts carefully. "Personification of life and destruction, and chaos and fire and stuff. And it's sorta made me psychic."

"Sorta psychic?" She's going with what she can handle. The rest sounds more like something she'd be more inclined to blast to hell. "Is that like bein' sorta pregnant?"

Mel eyes Ace.

"Again with the pregnancy comparison! Has this thing made me fat?"