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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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"You say that like I haven't already started."
His grin widens.

"It's nice to be thanked for the truth. Shows the world isn't totally going to pot."

Heh. She grins back.

"Well, I do my level best to make up for the lack of sophistication and sincerity on most planets."

"It's good to see someone does. I tell you, some extraterrestrial life forms are so gauche."

Romana nods. "I understand your pain. Most of the people back home on Gallifrey are gauche."

"Gallifrey. Now isn't that near Walla Walla?"

Romana giggles and shakes her head. "Gallifrey's a planet."

"OH...I uh..I knew that. I was just testing you. Yes. Testing."

Romana decides she definitely likes Mike. "Of course. Then you know all about Rassilon?" Innocent smile.

"Bah, who hasn't. It's delicious on pasta."

Romana nearly falls over laughing. "It's a good thing Rassilon is dead."

"Well, no duh! Mean how else would you get it on pasta long enough to eat it?"

Romana shakes her head. "Rassilon was a Time Lord. I think he'd give you a good deal of indigestion if you ate his remains with your pasta."

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