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There's an Ace in the bar. Long time, no see.
She's curled up next to the fireplace, the soccer-ball blanket wrapped around her. Oh, and a mug of cocoa sitting beside her. She's missed the cocoa. She still looks a bit too pale, a bit off, but she's back.

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"Fair enough." She knows what he's capable of. She just wants to hit him, and is not terribly particular about how.
And this is Ace we're talking about. Much more of this, and it'll go to her head.

*And Tim is about to make her day so much more romantic.*

Er, when your feeling better, i've got some presents for you....

"Prezzies?" My, but he does know the way to a girl's heart, doesn't he? That's right, outright bribery. Smart man. But before she gets too carried away, she smacks him on the shoulder instead.
"That, boyo, is for getting yourself half-dead. I told you to take care of y'self." She has a fairly good memory, when it works, and she distinctly remembers Fray saying something to that effect. It didn't make her happy.

Ow!

*He rubs his shoulder.*

That hurt...and that was getting me to you, member? Maybe i won't give you the prezzies then....

She pokes her head out of the blanket for a moment, eyeing Tim. She decides, after a long examination, that yes, he does look better than he had those few minutes on the TARDIS. Not quite his old self, but... well... neither does she.
"Hmm. I'll be good." She pulls back into the blankets a bit again.

*Of course he does. Minus the energy used to heal her of course.*

So, when you're ready, I've got a mixed set of grenades, a box of nitro, and an extra special device awaiting you.

Ace is, once again, looking out of the blanket. ~~Someone should tell her she looks like a turtle.~~
"And somewhere to use them all?" Not just yet. Too close. But she's a pyro at heart, a no near-death by explosion can kill that.

Yup. I got you extra, just so you could test them out.

*Tima good boyfriend like that. He kisses her on the nose.*

You make sucha cute sister to Raph.

Ace looks so confused. Pleased, but very, very confused.
"Sister? Raph?.... You mean the ex-turtle? Why am I his sister?" Ace has no siblings. ~~Ace needs no siblings~~

Cause you looke lik a turtle in thoise blankets.

*Yey pleased and confused!"

Yes, Tim can die happy now.
"Git." Deciding if she lets him go any further, there's going to be truly horrid jokes in store, she kisses him soundly to shut him up. It's her favorite method yet.

*mhmm, shut up kisses. They taste like Ace!*

Amazingly. They should taste like cocoa, given how much of the stuff she drinks. Once she has to come up for air she curls up against him instead of the fireplace, because despite all logic to the contrary, he's warmer.

*Of course he is. It's maaaaaagic.*

So...uhm..hoe lon were you gone?

Ace has to think about it for a while. TARDIS-style timekeeping, and all that.
"A month, give or take a few days. I think. I kinda lost track somewhere in the middle there." she admits, frowning at her faulty memory.

Ouch.

* he cuddles her.*

Get into lots of adventures and near death situations?

"You better believe it." She's grinning now. Tim may officially call himself a miracle-worker. "Blew up a robot army. It was so beautiful. Oh!" She turns hopeful eyes on Tim. He should be afraid, very afraid.
"Can I have a sledgehammer for my birthday?" She asks, cheerily. Fear, Tim.

Whens your birthday?

*He thinks*

And do you want it to make things explode on contact?

"June." ~~And the mun flails at the BBC for not giving her a canonical birthday~~ "And just a good, old-fashioned, knock things to bloody kingdom come sledgehammer." She grins wickedly.

Will do!

*Tim pouts.*

Awww.... no magic hammers? Sigh. Guess the nuke will have to be enough.

Ace stares at him, wide-eyed.
"Tim... I'm a pyro. Not suicidal. What nuke?" Plastic explosives, like her nitro or C4, she's good with. Old-fashioned explosives like dynomite, she's good with. Nuclear weapons... she prefers on other planets. Very pretty explosions, but too risky for throwing, really.

It's only a small one, for very special circumstances....

*Tim is worried he messed up.*

Little boom. Much power.

Ace stares some more.
"Little one? Like Hiroshima little one?" She wouldn't say Tim messed up. A little over the top, yes. Messed up for thinking of her? Certainly not.

No, uhm.... it's a thermo-nuclear hand grenade.

*Someone gave Tim access to a high technology society. Bad someone.*

Ace stares.
"Wow." Because really? What else is there to say to that?