Faculty Lounge, Monday, noonish

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Emma had found her office, but as it did not yet have enough white furniture or booze, she'd quickly relocated to the faculty lounge. That might not have white furniture either, but it did have a sofa which she was currently lounging in while reading 'Betty Crocker's Cookbook'. Every once in a while she picked up a red pen and made comments in the margins. A cup of tea was steaming happily on the table beside her, and her fifth attempt at muffins were piled up on a tray. They were probably not poisonous.

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"...those aren't money," the Doctor said.

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"But you use money to get those things! Money is important!"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Why have the middle man?" the Doctor said. "Besides, power's overrated. I had the ability to bend the universe to my will, and you know what I did? Chucked it in the bin, and made sure no one else could get their hands on it."

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Emma stared at the Doctor. What an utterly puzzling man!

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The Doctor smiled. "Thanks for the muffin," he said. "I think I'll just pop off back to my time machine and do a bit of cleaning."

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It was anyone's guess whether Emma's silence this time was because the Doctor had thanked her for the muffin, or because he was popping back to his time machine.