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~~HEY WOW LOOK WHO'S FINALLY GOT ANOTHER ENTRANCE POST.~~

Rose Tyler, at the Bar, with -- you guessed it -- chips. Also, people-watching, which is a verb and not a noun so therefore she is not with people-watching, but merely is people-watching, in case clarification was required.

She is very bored and would like distractions, plz.

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"'Course. I'll nick yours in advance, then. After I've had a chance to laugh at all your other old outfits, I mean."

"Oh, as though you're one to talk!" he teases. "You went out in 1940's London in a Union Jack t-shirt and jeans!"

"I did say I wasn't sure about the t-shirt," she points out. "An' that's once! I'm still the queen of style compared to you."

"Ha! On your world in your time, maybe. This, though, is a universal look. On a thousand worlds across ten thousand years, this is a look that says sophistication, grace under pressure, and tremendously practical sense."

"Trainers," she says dubiously, "with a suit. That's not sophistication, that's uni student."

It hurts, right? Cuts deep?

"But if you say so," she adds, with the air of someone making great allowances.

"That's the practical part," he insists. "And for that, you lose another chip."

He puts actions to words, and one more goes missing from the plate.

"So," he says after swallowing, "what d'you think of the idea of poppin' off for a bit?"

"Madness is what it is," she says, sliding the plate away from him, but with a grin.

"Dunno," thoughtfully. "Where to?"

"Well, I showed you the end of the Earth. Thought you might like to see what happened next," he replies with a grin.

Rose looks at him sideways, slightly, still smiling.

"Not another bar there, is there?"

"Nah. Well, actually, quite a few. None like this place, though. Milliways is one of a kind. And we'll come back here after, if you like."

He looks around.

"Apart from the TARDIS, this is like my second home, after all."

"Yeah -- I like it here." She grins. "Lots'f interestin' people.

"All right," she decides, and takes another chip. (Unfortunately this means she needs to pull the plate back to where it was, really.) "Off on another time-travellin' adventure. When do we leave?"

He purses his lips in thought.

"Ooh. Whenever you like, really. Day or two's fine if there's people you'd want to say bye to."

She considers, then decides, "A day, maybe. Tomorrow'd work. But not in the morning," she adds. "...not that morning means much here, but y'know what I mean."

"Tomorrow afternoon it is, then. Just come by the TARDIS when you're ready, since you've got a key. See you."

He grins, grabs the half-full plate off the bar, and walks off, just as a fresh, overflowing plate appears in its place.

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