"Yeah," Rose said in a faint voice. She licked her teeth. Then she licked his. Then she had a thought. "Hang on," she said.
The Doctor hung on to certain parts of her anatomy with gusto. "Yes, mum?" he asked.
"You said our kids." Crikey. She knew she ought to have listened to the Family Planning man. "But you're my kid."
"That's right," he said, in an encouraging tone that might actually have been patronising, as a grandparent to a small child.
"Then... you're your own kid." She wasn't entirely sure which 'your' she was supposed to use when, but it didn't really matter since they sounded the same anyway.
The Doctor, who of course knew such things, spelled it all out properly and grammatically in his mental notebook. This was, after all, a very important conversation. "Well," he pompous-ed. "You're not planning on getting knocked up by someone else, are you?"
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The Doctor hung on to certain parts of her anatomy with gusto. "Yes, mum?" he asked.
"You said our kids." Crikey. She knew she ought to have listened to the Family Planning man. "But you're my kid."
"That's right," he said, in an encouraging tone that might actually have been patronising, as a grandparent to a small child.
"Then... you're your own kid." She wasn't entirely sure which 'your' she was supposed to use when, but it didn't really matter since they sounded the same anyway.
The Doctor, who of course knew such things, spelled it all out properly and grammatically in his mental notebook. This was, after all, a very important conversation. "Well," he pompous-ed. "You're not planning on getting knocked up by someone else, are you?"