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[mnt_mike]

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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[mnt_mike]

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

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

[mnt_mike]

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

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

[mnt_mike]

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

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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."