Ray set her mixing bowl down carefully. "If you've got a better idea let's hear it," she said. "Because making a dozen fruitcakes isn't my idea of a fun evening."
"Right." Ace pushed her own bowl aside. "All we do is drop a couple of cans of nitro down the forward ventilator shaft. Problem solved."
"With the slight disadvantage that if you misjudge the quantity required, you blow a hole in the hull and send this ship to the bottom," the Doctor pointed out.
"When have I ever—" Ace began.
Ray had already resumed stirring. "It has been known, cariad."
"We shouldn’t be doing this." (Seven, Ace, Ray; 100 words)
Ray set her mixing bowl down carefully. "If you've got a better idea let's hear it," she said. "Because making a dozen fruitcakes isn't my idea of a fun evening."
"Right." Ace pushed her own bowl aside. "All we do is drop a couple of cans of nitro down the forward ventilator shaft. Problem solved."
"With the slight disadvantage that if you misjudge the quantity required, you blow a hole in the hull and send this ship to the bottom," the Doctor pointed out.
"When have I ever—" Ace began.
Ray had already resumed stirring. "It has been known, cariad."