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Tim is there, at his table. Sign up. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"

But besides that, he seems to be running some form of simulation. On the table in front of him are several dozen Tim Hunter Action Figured. Yes, they're the ones DC made, he got them from the bar. He also has what looks like a Mini worm hole stationed in the center of the table. He keeps enchanting the action figures, hten sending them through the wormhole. Someone might be curious why.

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He blinks quite innocently at her.

"What?"

Ace doesn't reply, instead flagging down a passing waitrat for some tea. She's sure he knows what she's talking about.

He grins and it vanishes. But one of the action figures does look like Ace now. And it has dynamite throwing action!

Oh, like this (http://www.thewhoshop.com/catalogue2/images/Dapol/Ace.jpg)?

Ace cracks up.

Just like.

"See? Yours isn't grand either."

"No. But I've still got a better outfit." She's amazed all of the badges, patches and pins from her old coat are there in all their plasticy glory.

"Yeh...well.... Fine."

Tim pouts.

And she kisses him.

What? Kisses make it better, after all.

"You know I can make just about anything look good."

"Even me."

"'Specially you." She smirks.

"Aw, shucks."

"So, what're you up to?"

The rat appears with her tea, and she occupies herself with fixing it just so, with some milk, just a touch of sugar.
"Y'remember I told you about that planet?" She asks as she stirs her tea.

"Yes?"

He'll keep mention of the fact that he's now technically a slave holder for later.

"Going t'have to report to the Council on that one." She's proud of the fact that she sounds almost normal about it.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Due to the damage. But I'm entitled to bring a Senior Time Lord with me, so." She sips the tea, cutting herself off.

"Damage?"

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