Ah— [The nostalgia hits him like a sack of potatoes, ever the pickiest eater.] I forgot about the beans. It wasn’t the same texture. They were always so gritty. I don’t know why they were so gritty?! It was fine when I had them in my sandshoes.
[He says all the while twirling his fish finger around as a pointer.]
Don’t even get me started with the yoghurt with the little bits in them. Such an unpleasant feeling to have something so creamy. Only to have your mouth bombarded with these unwanted guests.
[ There's a flap of his — thankfully uncustard-y — fish finger as he, too, waves it about in enthusiastic agreement.
He groans. ]
Beans. [ Said like he's definitely earned a vendetta against them for wronging him. Wronging them. ] The texture was all wrong, all wrong. So, then. What happened with the pears?
[ The Doctor hums, taking a bite out of his own fish-stick. He chews thoughtfully, considering the pear.
And he believes his older self; has no real reason not to. They're sort of ... squishy sometimes, aren't they? And sweet and a bit apple-y, but sometimes absolutely not. Deceptive is right. ]
I wonder if this mouth likes them. You know, in all my time with this face, I don't think a pear's crossed my path. I've been rather pearless, and not by choice.
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[He says all the while twirling his fish finger around as a pointer.]
Don’t even get me started with the yoghurt with the little bits in them. Such an unpleasant feeling to have something so creamy. Only to have your mouth bombarded with these unwanted guests.
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[ There's a flap of his — thankfully uncustard-y — fish finger as he, too, waves it about in enthusiastic agreement.
He groans. ]
Beans. [ Said like he's definitely earned a vendetta against them for wronging him. Wronging them. ] The texture was all wrong, all wrong. So, then. What happened with the pears?
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[The Doctor doesn’t remember when exactly he came to such a conclusion, but within his heart of hearts; it seemed right.]
Pears are eerily deceptive.
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And he believes his older self; has no real reason not to. They're sort of ... squishy sometimes, aren't they? And sweet and a bit apple-y, but sometimes absolutely not. Deceptive is right. ]
I wonder if this mouth likes them. You know, in all my time with this face, I don't think a pear's crossed my path. I've been rather pearless, and not by choice.