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Rose walked the whole way to building D, not really minding the walk. After all she had ran further distances than this many times when travelling. She was quite happy that someone was willing to help her, was willing to show her a basic skill she really should have mastered years ago. But she never really had to rely on herself to cook. Before she travelled, if she had to make her own dinner it would be a take out. When she was travelling it would either be something quick in the TARDIS or they would stop off somewhere. Never cook.

When she eventually got to the room, she knocked on the door gently. Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she glanced at the bottle of wine in her hand. It was the usual thing to do, right? She just hoped she didn't offend him. It was the last thing she wanted to do to a potential friend.