[ This is the worst crime against culinary delights he has ever seen in his whole 1,200 years of life. This is worse than the Cybermen. This is worse than the Daleks.
The Doctor stares agog, and then in horror, eyes going from dry waffle to the sliver of butter too small to even look like anything's been changed about them.
And then he lets out a breath. Possibly to steady himself. ]
Right. [ Right, yes. The Doctor gathers his wits back around himself, scratching his head, and then rubbing the back of his neck, and then generally pivoting on the spot, hands waving like he isn't sure what they should be doing in a moment like this one. ] Right β while the waffles are very good, I'd know, I made them myself, the best part's the sugar! The jam! The β the β all of it! In those little square-shaped pockets! Don't you see?
[He nods as he gestures with a fork at the variety of toppings the Doctor has generously provided.]
That is very apparent with the array of toppings youβve provided. But itβs far too much! Iβd have to dip into every jam and syrup there is before I have a bellyache. I much prefer it if I keep things as plain as possible with this smattering of butter.
[ The sheer 'Yes! And! So! You get it, don't you?' vibes the Doctor is putting out right now could not be any clearer. And yet ...
Hermann seems perfectly content to eat his waffles in its most driest, boringest form. Not that the waffles are bad on their own β it must be reiterated that he did make them, and thus they're absolutely scrumptious, but! But. ]
Well, surely you could do with a bit of jam and a bit of the dusted sugar, at least. I'm only giving you options, loads of options β we love options! β but you don't have to use them all. The butter's just β it's nothing!
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There we are! Balanced and lubricated.
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The Doctor stares agog, and then in horror, eyes going from dry waffle to the sliver of butter too small to even look like anything's been changed about them.
And then he lets out a breath. Possibly to steady himself. ]
Right. [ Right, yes. The Doctor gathers his wits back around himself, scratching his head, and then rubbing the back of his neck, and then generally pivoting on the spot, hands waving like he isn't sure what they should be doing in a moment like this one. ] Right β while the waffles are very good, I'd know, I made them myself, the best part's the sugar! The jam! The β the β all of it! In those little square-shaped pockets! Don't you see?
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[He nods as he gestures with a fork at the variety of toppings the Doctor has generously provided.]
That is very apparent with the array of toppings youβve provided. But itβs far too much! Iβd have to dip into every jam and syrup there is before I have a bellyache. I much prefer it if I keep things as plain as possible with this smattering of butter.
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Hermann seems perfectly content to eat his waffles in its most driest, boringest form. Not that the waffles are bad on their own β it must be reiterated that he did make them, and thus they're absolutely scrumptious, but! But. ]
Well, surely you could do with a bit of jam and a bit of the dusted sugar, at least. I'm only giving you options, loads of options β we love options! β but you don't have to use them all. The butter's just β it's nothing!