Put those in a dish, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and a little pepper then put in at 200 degrees.
Already working on it
*taps away on blackberry whilst John bustles in the kitchen. By the time food is served, the phone is back in his pocket and he walks out to the dining room with a smug grin on his face*
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Good evening, Sally.
No, I fully intend to use my bed, tonight.
No, I'm sure John fully intends to use his bed.
*looks down*
Freddie, you run along to the kitchen, I'll be there in a bit.
...you never mentioned footage.
No, Sally, it's not what The Machine was designed for and anyway, it hasn't got the range for the length of time required.
No, John already vetoed that; blame him.
He's the Speaker, he's allowed to. Ancient laws and all that.
Well the penalties are rather nastier than a fine. Things from another dimension track you down and rip...
...I'll just go and sort dinner out, shall I?
*wanders off to the kitchen*
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*Follows Peter into the kitchen*
No need to worry, boys - go and sort the table out while Uncle Peter and I get dinner sorted.
The Machine can't access Sally's phone, can it?
Nothing, dear! Just sorting out dinner!
*dinner is cooked and served and everyone gathers round the dinner table*
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Put those in a dish, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and a little pepper then put in at 200 degrees.
Already working on it
*taps away on blackberry whilst John bustles in the kitchen. By the time food is served, the phone is back in his pocket and he walks out to the dining room with a smug grin on his face*
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No throwing food, Jemima.
No Sally. Just... just no.
Never mind boys, eat up - Uncle Peter picked it out for you.
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Good boy.
No, Freddie, that's no reason for you not to. After all, I always eat all of mine.
John, are you sure he isn't part hoover?
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Well, wasn't that lovely?
*Sees Jemima yawn*
Is someone tired?
Come on then, I'll take you to bed. Boys, can you be very responsible and sort the table out for me? I knew you could...
*leaves, holding Jemima*
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Right, I ought to be leaving for my own bed fairly soon...
Freddie, let go of my leg.
Well you can come and visit The Machine at some point instead, how about that?
Good, now are you going to let go?
Freddie...
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...Freddie, let go of Uncle Peter's leg.
Yes, he will visit again soon, don't worry.
Freddie, Oliver - I do believe it's bedtime. Chop, chop.
...Boys, come on.
...Please?
Please go to bed.
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...
You have to brush your teeth before bed or it doesn't count!
Right, goodnight, John. Goodnight, Sally.
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Yes, yes, goodnight Peter; feel free to stop by whenever.
No, Sally, not "into our bed"!
No! Peter and I don't have our own-
Leave. Now. Before you get dragged into this.
Yes, I do believe I would know if we had that sort of arrangement....
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...
*strides across to the fireplace with far more alacrity than is usual and leaves*