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Time: August 15th, 2000
Place: The bar
Status: Everyone except Adam
Summary: Pretty decorations...

Fuschia?

Well, that wasn't the primary color they had hoped for. Pepper sighed atop the ladder and fastened another corner with the staple gun. She was trying to go as fast as she could, but with how she had to keep moving the ladder every few staples, it was going slower than she'd hoped.

She'd seen what Wensley had prepared, though. It was gorgeous and likely delicious enough for everyone to end up wishing that he'd made another. He'd had to smack her hand away from it to keep her from trying any. Old habits died harder for Them.

She looked down at Wensley, grumbling, "Is this really all we could come up with? Looks like the decorations for that Princess Bash you had to babysit for at the Dawson's a few years back." Okay, it wasn't that bad. They'd managed a little blue and green in certain places. And it was decidedly lacking in screaming ten-year-olds in cheap lipstick and rouge. But, really.

She leaned back on the ladder, glancing out to where John and Azirphale (she was so proud of herself for finally figuring out how to pronounce his name right) stood. "How much time do you think we have out there?" she shout-whispered to them. "Roughly?"

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The Doctor sighed wistfully. "If I could conjure jelly babies..." he said. "Well, I'd probably put Basset's out of business, but hey. The world needs less big companies."

He studied a purple one with a big heart on its chest. "Nah," he said. "I like children, but I could never eat a whole one."

"But if you could conjure jelly babies," Uriel said, "then you would have no reason to hang around me. And then I would be all miserable and lonely and wither away and die." She did her best impression of being miserable. Although she often was quite talented at being miserable, she wasn't managing very well now. She was too happy for that.

"Oh, don't say that," she said, shivering. "It's not too funny when I happen to know that some of the Manor inhabitants would probably be happy to eat a whole child." A quick glance around, however, reassured her that none of the more unpleasant demons was present.

"Aw, that's not true," the Doctor said, grinning at Uriel's antics. Her attempting-to-be-miserable face rather reminded him of Rose's when she tried to look pathetic to win an argument. "If you couldn't conjure jelly babies I'd have you conjure fish and chips instead." He winked, hugely and obviously. "And if you couldn't do either of those, I'm sure your wit and charm would manage to get me to stay."

He chuckled - well, snickered - at Uriel's remark regarding children. "I'm sorry, I just always find that funny. Same with why you should never leave painkillers near a birdcage."

"My wit and charm?" Uriel grinned. "And here I was thinking it's because I'm the only one who will be able to stand you around for a longer period of time. After all, I'm the only one around here who is even more crazy than you are."

She frowned then, puzzled. "Well, why should you never leave them near a birdcage?" she asked. "I don't understand."

The Doctor returned her smile. "That too," he said.

With a triumphant grin, he said grandly, "Because the parrots eat 'em all!"

((OOC: If you do not understand the joke, say the last four words quickly out loud. There you go.))

Uriel looked at te Doctor for a while, waiting to hear the point of what apparently was a joke. When there was none given, she asked, "I'm sorry, but what exactly is so fun about that?"

Uriel was not perhaps an expert in social relationships, but she did know a few things. And now, she knew the Doctor was not happy. "I'm sorry I'm so stupid," she said apologetically. "I just haven't been on Earth very much."

"You're not stupid," the Doctor said hurrdiely, "you just don't know much about humans. Well, human culture, really. Human films and music."

He noticed he was well on the way to babbling and stopped. He pursed his lips thoughtfully and ate a few more jelly babies. "Maybe I can show you, if you want," he said. "We can arrange it to be a group thing. Everyone at the Manor. I'll take you in the TARDIS to see films and plays, and then everyone will be happy."

He stopped. He blinked. He smiled widely.

"Now there's an idea worth investigating!"

The Doctor's expression did not so much fall as pound itself against the nearest available wall or desk. "Never mind," he said, and made a note to remember Uriel's slightly limited knowledge of human things.

He noticed he was well on the way to babbling and stopped. He pursed his lips thoughtfully and ate a few more jelly babies. "Maybe I can show you, if you want," he said. "We can arrange it to be a group thing. Everyone at the Manor. I'll take you in the TARDIS to see films and plays, and then everyone will be happy."

He stopped. He blinked. He smiled widely.

"Now there's an idea worth investigating!"

Uriel smiled. "Well, that does sound interesting," she said. "Are you sure you can fit everyone there, though? Even though some probably wouldn't attend, there are still quite a lot of people around here, as you can see." She gestured at the numerous people surrounding them.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll fit," the Doctor said, his mind already sorting through the details at a speed that would put the Millennium Falcon to shame. "Time Lord science. Bigger on the inside than on the outside."

"If you say so," Uriel said, shrugging. "I never understood much about science of any kind. There's just too much mathematics involved for me to get any of it. It's quite fortunate, therefore, that I'm only really expected to know about arts." She smiled. "My mathematical skills are pretty much inexistent."

"Maths is alright," the Doctor said loyally, "except for trigonometry. I mean, they're triangles. There's only so much to know about triangles, and it pretty much starts and ends with them being triangular."

He shook his head slowly. "Angel of the arts," he said with a fond smile. "I've gone up in the world, no mistake."

"Maths," Uriel said with absolute conviction, "is absolutely horrible. I can do adding and substracting, if there aren't too many digits involved. Anything else than that either gets me confused or others laughing at my attempts. And I don't even know what trigonometry is."

She frowned, then. "Gone up in the world?" she echoed. "What exactly do you mean?"

"I wish I didn't," said the Doctor, in a tone suggesting trigonometry is a truly torturous thing.

He shrugged. "I just mean that a few months ago I was on my own, moping in my TARDIS. And now I'm here." He smiled. "I know where I'd rather be."

Uriel giggled. "Let me guess. In TARDIS, away from all this insanity," she said, teasing him. Then, she ate another jelly baby.

"I hope you'll stay, though," she then said, smiling. And she did.

"Insanity's good," the Doctor said. "We're all a bit mad."

He smiled. "I think I shall. It's not easy to get rid of me!"