[ Not that he's ever spoken with the Commander, but those brief moments that he'd appear to retrieve the orb he seemed like the sort of bloke Clara would, indeed get along with.
He leans in to teasingly boop her crinkled nose with a finger before he, too, steps back. ]
But you might need to speak with him about that. [ Said oh-so-seriously. ] Suppose he did have some idea of what we all might look like in our fishy forms.
[Her nose wrinkles up even more at that boop, and she laughs because of it. The fact that the Doctor is sending her to set Degar straight cracks her up, because he knows exactly what he's unleashing. Of course, she has no real intention of wasting the man's time with something so petty.]
Suppose he did.
[That's all she has to say about that, at least for now. Her eyes glance over toward his workstation, and she reaches over to pick up what she figures is a spare part.]
[ Yes. Yes, he was working on something rather clever just now, wasn't he? Before the interruption and the waffle-talk, and the kissing.
He looks to the bits and bobs and their little wind-y, whirl-y parts, and he frowns just a little, tapping a screwdriver against the top of the metal-and-other-materials thingamabob.
He supposes he does owe a better answer, or an answer at all. ]
Just an experiment, really — I'm not sure yet. But it'll be brilliant when it's done.
[Her expression softens into something warm and a little awestruck. Sometimes it's a little humbling to know that her man really is a mad screaming genius. Even if she likes to keep him humble and tell him he isn't.
This isn't one of those occasions, though. Now she just looks on at him with great fondness as she sets the spare part aside.]
You are a clever boy, aren't you? I don't have any doubt that it will be.
[She moves to take a few little steps away from his desk then, hand held out for him.]
Come along, then. I think I hear waffles calling our names.
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[ Not that he's ever spoken with the Commander, but those brief moments that he'd appear to retrieve the orb he seemed like the sort of bloke Clara would, indeed get along with.
He leans in to teasingly boop her crinkled nose with a finger before he, too, steps back. ]
But you might need to speak with him about that. [ Said oh-so-seriously. ] Suppose he did have some idea of what we all might look like in our fishy forms.
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Suppose he did.
[That's all she has to say about that, at least for now. Her eyes glance over toward his workstation, and she reaches over to pick up what she figures is a spare part.]
What is it you're working on, exactly?
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[ Yes. Yes, he was working on something rather clever just now, wasn't he? Before the interruption and the waffle-talk, and the kissing.
He looks to the bits and bobs and their little wind-y, whirl-y parts, and he frowns just a little, tapping a screwdriver against the top of the metal-and-other-materials thingamabob.
He supposes he does owe a better answer, or an answer at all. ]
Just an experiment, really — I'm not sure yet. But it'll be brilliant when it's done.
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This isn't one of those occasions, though. Now she just looks on at him with great fondness as she sets the spare part aside.]
You are a clever boy, aren't you? I don't have any doubt that it will be.
[She moves to take a few little steps away from his desk then, hand held out for him.]
Come along, then. I think I hear waffles calling our names.