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snack stop, ten/rose, teen
"Rose…” he lowered his voice as if trying to impart the seriousness of the situation, “they have fried pork rind.” He murmured the last three words seductively into her ear., 985
Rose skipped into the control room to find the Doctor gazing intently at one of the TARDIS’ monitors. Not wanting to interrupt him too thoroughly, she sidled up to him, snuggling against his side just a bit. This resulted in a small, happy Time Lord noise which Rose took to mean that he wasn't at all opposed to this turn of events. She slipped her hand under his suit jacket, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“What're you doing?” she asked after a moment.
The screen in front of him was lit up like a Christmas tree (the non-lethal variety), thousands of tiny lights tracing out the shape of a large, familiar land mass.
The Doctor leaned back from the monitor, grinning at her. “This, Rose,” he said impressively, “is the great continent of North America! Amerique du Nord! America del Norte!” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze.
Rose giggled, glancing at the image on the screen. “Yeah, I kind of figured out that part.”
“Well, perhaps you also know, then,” the Doctor continued, “that this," he jabbed at the screen, causing the monitor to emit a sound of distress, "is the third largest continent on your Earth. Inadvertently discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1492 - which was absolutely not my fault, by the way. Well, mostly not. Wellll, I say ‘mostly’…” he trailed off.
Rose peered at the screen. Everything south of the Great Lakes was practically pulsing with light. “Why’s it so dark in Canada?”
He pulled away enough to regard her solemnly. “Rose, it’s night-time in Canada.”
Rose rolled her eyes as the Doctor grinned widely.
“No, really,” she pressed, “what’re all the lights? Population centres? Alien landings?” She grinned suddenly, ruffling his hair with her free hand. “Hair gel manufacturers?”
He gave her a withering look, the impact of which being somewhat compromised by the hand he raised reflexively to check his hair.
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response." He took her by both shoulders and shifted her so she was standing directly in front of the screen. "Anyway, Rose, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but North America is also home to… The United States of America,” he said dramatically, reaching over her shoulder to trace the outline of the country with a finger.
“Bit redundant, I know. But, America, Rose! Land of the free! Home of the brave! Bring me your huddled masses! From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters! And, Rose, the best bit of all is that America is home to some of the most fantastic junk food in the known universe!” He poked enthusiastically at several clusters of lights on the monitor, which moaned in protest.
Rose laughed. “Junk food? Those lights are junk food?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Not just junk food, but some of the most mouth-watering, finger-licking junk food in existence! Rose…” he lowered his voice as if trying to impart the seriousness of the situation, “they have fried pork rind.” He murmured the last three words seductively into her ear.
Rose shivered involuntarily. “You sure those little lights aren’t, I dunno, hypertension and heart attacks?” she teased.
He waved his hand dismissively, stepping beside her to zoom in on the brightest portion of the image. “Everything in moderation. America has Corn Nuts! Cheez-Its! Laffy Taffy! Aerosol cheese! Aerosol cheese, Rose! Think of the possibilities!” He turned to give her a significant look.
Rose bit her lip and tried in vain to stop the blush creeping into her cheeks. Her mind was in the gutter, clearly. The Doctor swallowed audibly, his eyes widening. Possibly remembering the aerosol whipped cream incident of the previous week.
Rose giggled at the look on his face. “What’s wrong with good old chips, though? Oh, I know the best place, it's right next to the chemist's on -” she began.
“Rose,” he protested, “we have chips all the time. Why have chips when we could have...” he paused for dramatic effect, “pancakes wrapped around sausages on a stick?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "No? Krispy Kreme?”
Rose grimaced. “Crispy Cream? That actually sounds disgusting. And I’ve had black pudding.”
“Well, that’s because you’re not saying it right," the Doctor reasoned. "It’s Krispy Kreme,” he repeated, emphasizing the first sound of each word.
Rose laughed. “That’s exactly what I said.”
“No, you said it with Cs. You need to say it with Ks.” He spelled it out for her.
Rose frowned. “You know, I think we actually have one of those at home - doughnuts on a little conveyor belt?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Even if you do, it's not the same. Need to go to America for American junk food. What do you say? We set the coordinates for Spring 2010 and we can try the Banana Caramel and Banana Pudding doughnuts,” he offered temptingly. "And you absolutely have to try the Original Glazed. Oh, and the Raspberry Filled."
Rose raised her eyebrows, laughing. “Aren’t you concerned about my girlish figure?"
“Oh, Rose," He stepped quite close to her, letting his eyes roam over her body. "I am very, very concerned with your girlish figure.”
She grinned, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Prove it.”
“Oh, I will,” he said gravely. “But first, Banana Pudding doughnuts!" He sprang away from her. "West Allis, Wisconsin, I think. No better place for a big glass of milk to go with your doughnuts than America’s Dairyland. And after that, we can go to Littleton, Colorado.”
Rose hopped up on a coral pillar as the Doctor began his dance around the console. “Why Littleton, Colorado?”
“They’re one of the foremost manufacturers of edible underwear.” He turned to waggle his eyebrows at her.
Rose bit her lip. “Sounds sticky.”
“Oh yes.”
"Rose…” he lowered his voice as if trying to impart the seriousness of the situation, “they have fried pork rind.” He murmured the last three words seductively into her ear., 985
Rose skipped into the control room to find the Doctor gazing intently at one of the TARDIS’ monitors. Not wanting to interrupt him too thoroughly, she sidled up to him, snuggling against his side just a bit. This resulted in a small, happy Time Lord noise which Rose took to mean that he wasn't at all opposed to this turn of events. She slipped her hand under his suit jacket, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“What're you doing?” she asked after a moment.
The screen in front of him was lit up like a Christmas tree (the non-lethal variety), thousands of tiny lights tracing out the shape of a large, familiar land mass.
The Doctor leaned back from the monitor, grinning at her. “This, Rose,” he said impressively, “is the great continent of North America! Amerique du Nord! America del Norte!” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze.
Rose giggled, glancing at the image on the screen. “Yeah, I kind of figured out that part.”
“Well, perhaps you also know, then,” the Doctor continued, “that this," he jabbed at the screen, causing the monitor to emit a sound of distress, "is the third largest continent on your Earth. Inadvertently discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1492 - which was absolutely not my fault, by the way. Well, mostly not. Wellll, I say ‘mostly’…” he trailed off.
Rose peered at the screen. Everything south of the Great Lakes was practically pulsing with light. “Why’s it so dark in Canada?”
He pulled away enough to regard her solemnly. “Rose, it’s night-time in Canada.”
Rose rolled her eyes as the Doctor grinned widely.
“No, really,” she pressed, “what’re all the lights? Population centres? Alien landings?” She grinned suddenly, ruffling his hair with her free hand. “Hair gel manufacturers?”
He gave her a withering look, the impact of which being somewhat compromised by the hand he raised reflexively to check his hair.
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response." He took her by both shoulders and shifted her so she was standing directly in front of the screen. "Anyway, Rose, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but North America is also home to… The United States of America,” he said dramatically, reaching over her shoulder to trace the outline of the country with a finger.
“Bit redundant, I know. But, America, Rose! Land of the free! Home of the brave! Bring me your huddled masses! From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters! And, Rose, the best bit of all is that America is home to some of the most fantastic junk food in the known universe!” He poked enthusiastically at several clusters of lights on the monitor, which moaned in protest.
Rose laughed. “Junk food? Those lights are junk food?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Not just junk food, but some of the most mouth-watering, finger-licking junk food in existence! Rose…” he lowered his voice as if trying to impart the seriousness of the situation, “they have fried pork rind.” He murmured the last three words seductively into her ear.
Rose shivered involuntarily. “You sure those little lights aren’t, I dunno, hypertension and heart attacks?” she teased.
He waved his hand dismissively, stepping beside her to zoom in on the brightest portion of the image. “Everything in moderation. America has Corn Nuts! Cheez-Its! Laffy Taffy! Aerosol cheese! Aerosol cheese, Rose! Think of the possibilities!” He turned to give her a significant look.
Rose bit her lip and tried in vain to stop the blush creeping into her cheeks. Her mind was in the gutter, clearly. The Doctor swallowed audibly, his eyes widening. Possibly remembering the aerosol whipped cream incident of the previous week.
Rose giggled at the look on his face. “What’s wrong with good old chips, though? Oh, I know the best place, it's right next to the chemist's on -” she began.
“Rose,” he protested, “we have chips all the time. Why have chips when we could have...” he paused for dramatic effect, “pancakes wrapped around sausages on a stick?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "No? Krispy Kreme?”
Rose grimaced. “Crispy Cream? That actually sounds disgusting. And I’ve had black pudding.”
“Well, that’s because you’re not saying it right," the Doctor reasoned. "It’s Krispy Kreme,” he repeated, emphasizing the first sound of each word.
Rose laughed. “That’s exactly what I said.”
“No, you said it with Cs. You need to say it with Ks.” He spelled it out for her.
Rose frowned. “You know, I think we actually have one of those at home - doughnuts on a little conveyor belt?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Even if you do, it's not the same. Need to go to America for American junk food. What do you say? We set the coordinates for Spring 2010 and we can try the Banana Caramel and Banana Pudding doughnuts,” he offered temptingly. "And you absolutely have to try the Original Glazed. Oh, and the Raspberry Filled."
Rose raised her eyebrows, laughing. “Aren’t you concerned about my girlish figure?"
“Oh, Rose," He stepped quite close to her, letting his eyes roam over her body. "I am very, very concerned with your girlish figure.”
She grinned, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Prove it.”
“Oh, I will,” he said gravely. “But first, Banana Pudding doughnuts!" He sprang away from her. "West Allis, Wisconsin, I think. No better place for a big glass of milk to go with your doughnuts than America’s Dairyland. And after that, we can go to Littleton, Colorado.”
Rose hopped up on a coral pillar as the Doctor began his dance around the console. “Why Littleton, Colorado?”
“They’re one of the foremost manufacturers of edible underwear.” He turned to waggle his eyebrows at her.
Rose bit her lip. “Sounds sticky.”
“Oh yes.”