by hopelessbookgeek [Reviews - 0]

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The Doctor shuffled in his slippers towards the nearest kitchen. The air was thick with the scent of something hot and buttery, and the idea of breakfast was a very tempting one. Victoria was quite the cook, he’d discovered to his delight, and he was always more than willing to eat anything she made.

So he was surprised when he walked into the kitchen and saw Victoria sitting at the little table, in her dressing gown with her hair slightly messy, a cup of tea in front of her. It was Jamie in front of the little stove, barefoot, bowl of batter on the counter to his left and a growing plate of pancakes to his right. The griddle in front of him hissed. “Victoria… I thought you…”

"Oh, because cooking is the woman’s job, is it?" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"No, no, of course not, I simply did not expect that Jamie knew how to cook anything at all."

"Ah, ye underestimate me, Doctor. A’ can make pancakes at least, nothin’ to it.”

The Doctor sat beside Victoria. “My apologies, then. Good morning to both of you, by the way, and Jamie, thank you for breakfast.”

"I wouldn’t thank him until you’ve tried them," Victoria murmured. It always surprised the Doctor when pretty, soft-spoken Victoria came out with something cynical or cold, but he didn’t mind. Jamie at least was always proud when she revealed herself to be so much more than a delicate porcelain doll.

"I would love to try them, but unfortunately, Jamie seems intent on hoarding them all by himself," he chuckled.

The pancake was still warm when it hit him in the face.