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Ace has taken over a table, spreading her notes out all over it. Unlike the Doctor, she hasn't gone rogue. She still needs to send reports back to Gallifrey now and then about what she's up to. Of course, they already know what she's up to, making this more of an exercise of remembering who her bosses are.

This may have something to do with how furiously she's scribbling. Ace has never liked busy-work.

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"Don't make me beat up on you." Ace threatens, off-handedly. "I'll tell Ingress you ate her squid."

Raven does not scowl.

"That would be a lie, perhaps."

He does not remember eating a squid, certainly.

Well, not a giant one, at least.

Er.

Ace gives him a blank look.

"Yeah. And?"

Ace's morals are sometimes... theoretical. This includes using dirty tactics to get the paperwork done.

"I will, perhaps, have to tell my own lies."

About Ace!

Though possibly she does not believe him.

Woe.

"Ingress likes me." Ace returns smugly.

Why, of course she isn't implying anything. Why do you ask?

Raven attempts to match her smug.

"We have made butterflies, I think."

With long curly eyelashes.

Maybe Ingress likes Raven, too!

"We have made friends. Tend t'last longer."

Point one to Perivale!

Raven sulks.

Sulkily.

And steals Ace's pen.

"Oi! I need that, featherbrain. Give it back." Ace scowls, making grabby hands for the pen.

Awww, innit she cute?

Raven makes a face at her, and holds the pen temptingly above her head.

He is a jerk, oh yes.

It is the privilege of siblings.

Ace scowls at him for a moment, knowing full well she can't reach that.

And then?

She can.

...

TOP HEAVY HELP!

Little birdy goes careening off into the forest of tables and chairs.

Raven follows her.

In person shape.

Likely she cannot fly so fast with a pen.

Also the drunken spirals she makes in mid-air are cute.

Finally she lands.

Or, rather, hits the ground.

Six of one, half dozen of the other.

Wasting no time (but losing a couple feathers), she hops off towards safety.

Raven dodges after her.

He is tiny.

And mobile.

And he has opposable thumbs.

This is totally not fair.

Ace decides to make it fair.

"OW!"

Possibly she shouldn't have done that under a table.

Raven is not laughing hysterically.

Or loudly.

Or obnoxiously.

He is not that kind of bird.

He totally is.

She sulks at him emphatically from under the table.

"You suck."

Just in case he missed that.

"You, I think, are the one who was wanting to fly with a pen."

It's kind of like a swallow trying to lift a coconut, really.

Except pens are slippery.

Was it an European or an African swallow?

"You are the one that stole it in the first place." Ace huffs back.

"I did not think, perhaps, that you were so devoted to scribbling."

Does she not yearn for distractions?

"Y'could have said, 'Hey Ace, let's go do sommat'." She points out sulkily.

Sure she does.

Just not ones that steal her pen and laugh at her.

Raven snorts.

"That, I think, is boring."

This explains so much, really.

So much.

"Well. Yeah." Ace has to admit that one.

This explains a lot as well.

"Still. Y'didn't have t'take my pen."

"No."

He grins unrepentantly.

"But then I am not often for doing things that I 'have' to."

Duh, Ace.

"You still suck."

But she comes out from under the table. With her pen safely in an inside pocket.