Rose Tyler

James: No no don't apologize. It was funny!

James: Good funny, you know. Not bad funny.

James: Nope! Not married. Quite, quite single, in fact! Total bachelor, that's me.

[ awkward pause ]

James: I don't suppose you're seeing anyone?

James: And you're never boring, Rose Tyler.

Rose: Then I take back my apologies!

Rose: Good! Really good, I mean... not good that you're not married... well unless you don't want to be.

Rose: Er, I just meant it's good that I wasn't stepping into someone elses shoes on accident.

[ longer awkward pause ]

Rose: nope! I'm very much single myself, haha.

“That’s probably true. And don’t worry about it; I know exactly what you mean,” she said, smiling. She was starting to really like Rose. Maybe she’d need to hang out in the cafeteria more often.

“You’re welcome,” Martha said as she started to help push it. God, it was heavy! No wonder Rose was having so much trouble pushing it.

“I know! What could this possibly be?” she asked, shaking her head at Rose. “Of course. Same with you,” she continued, “Oh, that we do.”

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Rose gave Martha a genuine smile before nodding her head and glancing down. “I have to say, I can’t believe we haven’t really talked before, since we’ve both been here a while.”

When they started to push the cart, Rose gave her best efforts and gave a grunt when they were only able to move it a few inches. Sighing and placing her hands on her hips, she let out a laugh before looking up at the other woman.

“I’m almost afraid to really look. Let’s go with the safe option of giant bags of flour? Maybe some pasta? I dunno, but let’s hope for that.” She paused and tilted her head for a moment as she looked at the cart. “Maybe we can try running at it?”

To be honest, I’m not big on birthdays, me. Or hosting parties, unless it’s for people I like… which so happens to be you lot. Just figured it’d be a good way to get everyone all acquainted again. And an opportunity to knock back a few. 

But I’ll never say no to a present, Rose. I’m sure I’ll like whatever you come up with – whether it be in the form of baked goods or a clever knock-knock joke. 

No? I guess I can understand. I used to love them up until I found out that my Mum was essentially regifting her old Body Shop lotions and sprays to me. She meant well, but after the fifth ‘Rose smelling like a rose’ thing got old pretty fast.

Brilliant! I’ll be sure to start making something for you, then. I can’t wait to see everyone and honestly, getting to knock back a few with friends sounds fab.

James: What?

James: My what?

James: O

James: h

James: Oh.

James: Haha [string of laughing emoticons to hide the awkward]

James: Anything from you would be lovely! Just bring yourself.

James: Bring some stray bananas too if you can find them.

Rose: Yeah, sorry! I should have made it more clear as to who it was. Sorry for making you think I was some long-lost and unknown wife of yours...

Rose: Unless you are married? But even then, I promise I'm not your wife.

Brilliant! We love party guests who come with their own food and libations. 

And thank you, Rose. Happy my Birthday to you as well.

Then count me in any time you have a party! I always try to bring as much as I can, I hate feeling like the person who shows up with nothing to offer but takes everything.

Is there anything you’d like for your birthday? I’m not the best cook or baker, but I can certainly try. Unless you’d like a small gift? I can do gifts!

Rose: Hello Doctor, it's me your bride!

Rose: So I still have your number and I've been told recently by Clara that your birthday is coming up and you'll be having a party and...

Rose: This got very long-winded and I'm sorry, but anyway!

Rose smiled and Martha smiled back, hoping the staring wouldn’t be held against her.

“Yes, lovely to meet you, too. In all honesty, I think your name is lovelier than mine. It’s so simple, and when I think of roses I think of love and hope and…” She trailed off, embarrassed. “It’s lovely.”

“Ice cream? You’ll have to tell me when,” she said with a smile. She laughed, and said, “Let me try and help. i can’t make any promises, but maybe the two of us can get the job done?”

“Don’t worry about that,” she promised immediately. “We all have our things. I can get rather short-tempered as well, I’m afraid, especially around my stepmother. Or sensitive topics,” she added, then mentally kicked herself. Saying things like ‘sensitive topics’ is a surefire way for someone to stumble across one of her land mines, so to speak. She didn’t want Rose to hate her.

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Rose let out a small laugh, grinning as such to Martha’s compliments. “I could stand here and tell you all day about how your name is equally lovely, but I think we’d try a little too hard to out flatter each other.”

She paused and realised how that might have come out. “Not that neither things we say are in-genuine, course not, but... you know what I mean, yeah?” Foot, meet mouth. Rose nearly smacked herself in the forehead before nodding at Martha’s question.

“Yeah, absolutely!” Secretly Rose was glad she was able to recruit more people to the canteen. It only meant she had more friendly faces to see and more foods to stock up on that she could hand out. “Thanks,” she nodded towards the cart as they began to move it.

“I still don’t get why it’s so heavy, I mean, it’s just food, right?” she peered around the cart at Martha, wondering if it really was just food and not anything crazy or conspiracy theory worthy. “Ah, yeah, no worries. Though if I ever cross a line or something, please tell me. I promise I won’t be hurt by it, I’ll understand.” She gave Martha a warmer and more genuine smile. “Besides, we all got our demons, yeah?”

Martha was staring as the cafeteria worker she couldn’t remember the name of attempting to push the food cart. She wasn’t proud of it, but she was.

Apparently, she’d been a little too obvious because the worker turned around and made it very clear what she needed. That snapped Martha back to attention.

“I’m not very strong, but I can try,” she said quickly. “And I’m really sorry; I rarely eat in the cafeteria so I’m afraid I’ve forgotten your name. I’m Martha.”

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“It’s alright, I think the cart is just stubborn, really.” She attempted to give a gentler smile to the woman in hopes that she wouldn’t see her as a complete arse. 

Rose glanced away for a moment and let out a soft laugh before turning back to Martha. “Rose. It’s lovely to properly meet you. I’ve seen you in the staff lounge sometimes and sometimes in passing but I’ve never actually got to meet you. You have a lovely name, Martha.”

She grinned, this time more genuinely. “And I don’t blame you for not wanting to eat in the canteen, it’s not always that great. Though, I do suggest stopping in when we’ve got ice cream. It’s really quite good.” Letting out a sniffle and turning her head to cough, Rose gave the stubborn cart another push to no avail. “Its like this thing hates me!”

She paused and gave Martha a quick glance. “And sorry for being so surely, I promise I’m really not like that... all the time.”

Grunting and heaving, Rose let out a heavy sigh before placing her hands on her hips. “Look, I’d either really appreciate you helping me or just getting lost because it’s really unsettling that you’ve been watching this whole time and haven’t done a thing.” Turning around to stare she raised a brow and made a face. “So... what’s it gonna be?”

Snoring his amusement, Rory nodded at that. The real reason was of course much more boring than that, from what he recalled – parents, and aunts, and job relocations, but he liked Rose’s conclusion better. “Could be, yeah.” He nodded again, in response to her question. Big personalities, that they were. And while at times it could be… terrifying, he found (when it came to Amy, at least) all that attitude was endearing. In a way. “Classy bride of Frankenstein.” He leaned back, considering it. “I think you’d be great.” He had no doubt she had the creativity to bring it all together successfully.

Rose continued to smile at him, letting a laugh out before sitting back and nodding at him when he agreed with her. She did take note that he wasn’t as vocal as her when it came to discussing the local red head’s personalities. For a brief moment she wondered if she had been a bit rude. But in any case, Rory was moving on and so she would too. “Thank you,” she smiled again. “Though the next time Halloween rolls around, remind me not to get a costume idea that involves a corset. Stuffy little things, they are.”