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The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things!

--um, what was next? Oh. Right.

Of shoes! And...um, ships? And sealing wax! Of cabbages--ew, and kings!

I don't remember the rest. I think there was something 'bout oysters. Which are gross. They're all slimy and have sand in them and last time I ate them, I got sick.

((Because the TARDIS is in need of some crack. Rose Tyler, age five! Again! Yaaay--*shot*))

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So?

You're very difficult to talk to, you know.

I do now.

I suppose knowing is half the battle.

I like it here.

You won't when it gets dark.

I'll....find a light.

What, up in a tree?

You're making fun of me. [Pouts] That's not nice. [Then, more seriously!] I'm not scared of the dark. [Even though we all know she is]

[very patiently] I am not making fun of you. And I suppose it wouldn't be very nice if I had been.

. . . And right, then. If you're not afraid of the dark, it still gets rather cold around here at night.

I'll be fine.

Right, right. Should I leave you alone, then?

. . . In the cold, and in the dark? With hardly any light sources around?

[......meep] Um. Maybe.

[taking a step back] Alright, then. If that's what you want!

--wait, no! I'll come down.

Oh? I thought you wanted to stay up there?

No. [Scrambles down the tree, then grabs his hand]

Ah, well, so long as you're sure.

I don't really like the dark.

Ah, is that so?

I think you knew that. How?

Eh? Oooh, I had no idea, really!

Yes you did.

-- Well, alright, only vague inklings.

I told you so.