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“It’s a slippery slope,” the Doctor explained. “First, cakes. Then, naturally, tarts, then pies, then biscuits. Then an ambassador chokes on a biscuit, and suddenly there’s a war just because you taught a few villagers how to bake.”
“Doctor,” Evelyn said flatly. “How likely is any of that to happen?”
“Oh, it’s exceedingly unlikely. But you never know.”
“I think you’re just jealous I made a cake for the villagers and not for you.”
“Nonsense, Evelyn!”
“So you don’t want me to make you a cake when we get back to the TARDIS?”
“Well,” the Doctor said. “If you’re offering…”