Subject: ((*Quietly tidies up Wobbkes the mini-Wobbles*))
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Posted on: 2015-04-20 12:30:00 UTC

The Notary dragged herself to her feet to fetch some more Generic Party Food and share out the contents of Wobbles's ghastly hamper. The thing was huge and stuffed to the gunwales with actual party food, all of it so utterly anathema to the Time Lord's sensibilities that she was hesitant to even touch the container, in case she got dirty. In any event, she thought about the other thing her partner had said involving her computer setup and a clog dance when the scent of fear filled her lungs - and Time Lord fear at that.

"Dives," she said, her tone shooting for gracious and ending up in the familiar waters of condescension.

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