Of course. What else would it be? That goofy smile of The Doctor’s doesn’t drop for a second.
“Well—” He drags the sound of his ‘L,’ for a beat. “You say mess, I say festive decor! Can’t go wrong with a touch of glitter every now and then!”
When The Doctor turns to face the man leaning against the counter, he doesn’t so much react to the blue wings on the other man’s back. For all he knows, this fellow is of another species (or one that The Doctor has forgotten for some time).
“The parties around here must be brilliant if you got one of these around.”
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“Well—” He drags the sound of his ‘L,’ for a beat. “You say mess, I say festive decor! Can’t go wrong with a touch of glitter every now and then!”
When The Doctor turns to face the man leaning against the counter, he doesn’t so much react to the blue wings on the other man’s back. For all he knows, this fellow is of another species (or one that The Doctor has forgotten for some time).
“The parties around here must be brilliant if you got one of these around.”