Oh, that's meeeean. I try to make her as little of a Mary-Sue as possible, let's start with that. But bits of me do creep in, you're right. Let's think. Um, my biggest self-indulgence where she's concerned is the way my clothes keep appearing in the TARDIS wardrobe. :) The red skirts are all mine, and so are the "impact validity" pointy suede boots and the red nail varnish. In a fic I'm writing at the moment, she's wearing a vintage dress that I have (only hers is a different colour from mine, for plot purposes). It is self-indulgence, like I said. :)

Beyond that, her sense of humour is a little bit like mine, and although she reads a lot of the same books I do, she reads them because she really likes them whereas I just tolerate them for university. She's more literary than I am, a lot more intelligent, a lot braver, and I can cook much, much better than she can. Does that answer your question? (Which was fab, as I've never really thought about it properly before).