Scene 11 - Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'

[tender_juliet]

Dearest Saint Nicholas,

If I could'st but beg thine indulgence, for the whim of a girl far from home.

I wish only for these things: good health for my friends, strength and joy for my dear cousin, and a glimpse of my own love's face.

Surely these are but small requests?

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[tempzilla]

...what are you, the spirit of Christmas?

[tender_juliet]

Nay, lady, only simple Juliet.

[tempzilla]

Juliet? Like...oh. Oh wow.

[tender_juliet]

I beg pardon, my lady? Thou dost know my name?

[tempzilla]

I do. I never thought I'd meet you, though. Maybe David Duchovney really IS Mulder...

[tender_juliet]

I fear thou hast the better of me, for I am all at loss for thine own name. Art thou then friend of cousin Tybalt?

[tempzilla]

Me? Oh, I'm nobody. Nobody at all. Donna Noble's the name. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[tender_juliet]

'Tis my own pleasure as well, lady Donna. And hast thou writ thine own list of wishes?

[tempzilla]

Oh, I'm not a lady. Though I do kinda like the ring of that -- Lady Donna.

And I don't really do wish lists. I used to, but my mum would just use them to humiliate me, so I stopped.

[tender_juliet]

As worthy as birth is gentility of nature, and so thou shalt be Lady Donna ever.

Then surely here, none should do so. For I see all about me those who share such dreams of the season as they hold dear.

[tempzilla]

You know, I've been called a lot of things, but gentle's never been one of them.

What's the point, anyway?

[tender_juliet]

But thou hast a kind manner.

This I know not, only that I felt I must write it. 'Tis a poor list, I know, and unkind to ask for things that are in no man's grasp to give.

[tempzilla]

It's the thought that counts, they say. You're a sweet kid.

[tender_juliet]

I thank thee, though no child I any longer.

[tempzilla]

You're how old?

[tender_juliet]

I hath sixteen years, and to be married anon.