"Umm ... I've a rather nice ball of lint here. Possibly alien lint."
"Oh! Here you go. Straight from the Phylamonian royal court. Belonged to the princess."
Martha takes the object between two fingers. "A hair clip," she says sceptically, and twists it in the air to see if she can spot what makes this particular accessory so remarkable. "Princess, my arse. This is a fifty-pence barrette you found lying in the street."
The Doctor scratches his chin. "Well, yes, but it's got a lovely pink bow, don't you think?"
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on 2009-03-06 02:40 am (UTC)cause he so would.