“Want one?” he asked, brandishing a package at Rose. “Basically a Digestive.”
Rose wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “When I was a kid, I had a Digestive every day after school. I am now permanently tired of them.”
“Hmm,” the Doctor mused, studying Rose’s face.
“What?” she asked.
“Just thinking that I’ve lived nine hundred years and there are some things I cannot imagine ever getting tired of.”
Rose beamed.
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