The Doctor can’t dodge the air-kiss. Quick one, this human! He couldn’t help giving her the Time Lord version of a deer-in-the-headlights (a classic), his cheeks even looking like they might, just might, be flushing before he can pretend to be busy doing what a toddler could do with the drift-wood.
“Well.” His voice squeaks – only a little, mind you. “There’s probably a quarry or two plus symphony but really, you humans are the ones who are so fond of digging holes into things. You’re practically masters of it. Galactically famous for quarries!”
Not much of a spoiler he thinks. Despite being rather…squishy, humans have made digging into practically an artform and they’re almost scarily good at it (or so he’s heard some other aliens say. You can quote him on that). He can’t say he’s heard of an orchestra called that word for word, but he can list the nature preserves out there in the universe where it’s a tourist attraction to listen to avalanches and landslides, for example. Close enough, right? Right. Yet another place he’ll have to take her once they’re out of the TARDIS and there’s the little matter of fixing the TARDIS but yes. That. All of that.
The fire crackles to life thanks to the sonic, the Doctor folding the prongs as he tucks it back into his pocket. There you are. Fire. There’s also probably the matter of food but at least they have some heat here.
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“Well.” His voice squeaks – only a little, mind you. “There’s probably a quarry or two plus symphony but really, you humans are the ones who are so fond of digging holes into things. You’re practically masters of it. Galactically famous for quarries!”
Not much of a spoiler he thinks. Despite being rather…squishy, humans have made digging into practically an artform and they’re almost scarily good at it (or so he’s heard some other aliens say. You can quote him on that). He can’t say he’s heard of an orchestra called that word for word, but he can list the nature preserves out there in the universe where it’s a tourist attraction to listen to avalanches and landslides, for example. Close enough, right? Right. Yet another place he’ll have to take her once they’re out of the TARDIS and there’s the little matter of fixing the TARDIS but yes. That. All of that.
The fire crackles to life thanks to the sonic, the Doctor folding the prongs as he tucks it back into his pocket. There you are. Fire. There’s also probably the matter of food but at least they have some heat here.