Oh, yes, yes. Syrup's definitely the superior of the condiments, so syrup aplenty you shall have.
[ This is said with a performative little gesture, and honestly, a fair amount of approval after his less-than-successful go of sharing his culinary snackfoods with others on the station.
(Looking at you, Hermann.) ]
Right. Oh — oh! That was the same night we spilled red wine all over the curtains, nearly got ourselves sent to the guillotine. Lucky for us, lucky for me, the king turned out to be a Zygon on the run!
Let me guess. [Clara interjects with a smirk.] You married him and helped him escape so he could stay on the run?
[Her tone is dry, clearly amused. But there's an edge of concern that this is something she knows very well the Doctor would do. So she feels a pressing need to gloss that jest over with more dry, blunt facts.]
I was caught by a Zygon once. Bonnie. She tried parading around as me, wearing a shade of lipstick I still haven't forgiven her for.
[ The Doctor can't help it when he does a double-take, stopping short, and wondering with genuine confusion just when that could have happened. Because he's got no recollection of it, and he remembers everything, and —
And then, yes. He has to remind himself, firmly remind himself, that this must be one of those timey-wimey things he isn't actually privy to, which is never a feeling he's ever been fond of. He likes to be the clever one, the one always on top of everything, always two steps (at least) ahead of everyone else. He's got it bad enough with River out of sync with him, but now there's this.
He's quiet for a moment, and then he nods and resumes walking, the features on his face brightening. ]
No, no, of course not. [ He makes a more exaggerated face of disgust. ] Zygons have the suckers, and I'd really rather not be caught snogging those.
[There's a lot she could say about Zygon suckers. There's a lot she'd rather not think about and say about them, too. Instead of picturing him snogging a Zygon she bursts out laughing, giving his arm a squeeze.
They walk the rest of the way to their room linked arm in arm, laughing and trading quips about snogging Zygons in hushed whispers. And for once since coming here, things finally feel like the way they used to.]
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[ This is said with a performative little gesture, and honestly, a fair amount of approval after his less-than-successful go of sharing his culinary snackfoods with others on the station.
(Looking at you, Hermann.) ]
Right. Oh — oh! That was the same night we spilled red wine all over the curtains, nearly got ourselves sent to the guillotine. Lucky for us, lucky for me, the king turned out to be a Zygon on the run!
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[Her tone is dry, clearly amused. But there's an edge of concern that this is something she knows very well the Doctor would do. So she feels a pressing need to gloss that jest over with more dry, blunt facts.]
I was caught by a Zygon once. Bonnie. She tried parading around as me, wearing a shade of lipstick I still haven't forgiven her for.
[that sure was one crazy day]
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And then, yes. He has to remind himself, firmly remind himself, that this must be one of those timey-wimey things he isn't actually privy to, which is never a feeling he's ever been fond of. He likes to be the clever one, the one always on top of everything, always two steps (at least) ahead of everyone else. He's got it bad enough with River out of sync with him, but now there's this.
He's quiet for a moment, and then he nods and resumes walking, the features on his face brightening. ]
No, no, of course not. [ He makes a more exaggerated face of disgust. ] Zygons have the suckers, and I'd really rather not be caught snogging those.
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They walk the rest of the way to their room linked arm in arm, laughing and trading quips about snogging Zygons in hushed whispers. And for once since coming here, things finally feel like the way they used to.]