[ There's a flap of his โ thankfully uncustard-y โ 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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[ There's a flap of his โ thankfully uncustard-y โ 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 doesnโt 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.