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[He's almost looking like Eleven with his nervous fidgeting now.]

W-well, I don't know how these things work! But yes, you're probably right.

[Oh dear, you're concocting something aren't you, big bro?]

Of course I do. Not that I've had the chance, lately, with everything going on, but I do try. Why?

[Doesn't know how these things work? Sigh, Doctor, sigh.]

Probably!

[This is what you're contacting him for, isn't it?]

Good. Then she oughtn't suspect. Two ways we can do this. Either we can find a suitable restaurant, possibly if you two have a favourite? Or we can do it more privately, I can set up a nice table and it'll be just be the two of you... and whoever I might engage in make the experience memorable.

[It becomes a whole new, nerve-wracking thing when you're the one doing it. And since he hasn't really done this before...

Welp. He wasn't sure what he was going to say beyond asking Brax to be a part of it, so this is all very surprising, though not unpleasantly so. He didn't expect Brax to be quite so excited.]

No...no, I think we've had time on our own enough. I think I want this to be a happy time for as many of the people who care about us as possible.

You seem to have something fairly specific in mind, Brax. Plan these a lot, do you?

We could have it in Ril's Time And Tea, if you like? I'm not certain of its kitchen, but I'm sure we can whip something up between us.

Oh, no, much to my loss, I feel. I do enjoy a good occasion. And what better? [He smiles, genuinely pleased.]

[Eight returns the smile.] I just never quite pictured you as the sort. Well, I mean, I didn't think you'd be disdainful or anything, or I wouldn't have bothered to ask, but I didn't know you'd be quite this excited about it. It's a nice surprise.

[He ponders the suggestion.]

I'm sure I wouldn't want to impose on Ril, or any patients she might have.

What about doing it during the festivities your friends have planned? I know we're a big group of people, but certainly not enough to disrupt a whole city's worth of people. Right?

Edited (I know punctuation, really!) 2013-12-13 20:54 (UTC)

[He's actually a little surprised. He's so used to people rolling their eyes at his melodrama that it's a wonder the Doctor hasn't picked up on it.] I'm a romantic at hearts.

I don't think she'd mind, but, of course, that is true of the patients.

Oh, indeed. And it would hardly be a disruption, would it? It would complement the mood quite nicely.

[He's been out and about for a while. They sadly haven't spent a whole hell of a lot of time together before this in a long time. And Eight's forgetful.]

Maybe it runs in the family.

Hm, you have a point. [He shakes his head, looking a little bashful about all this. Happy, but bashful.] Good grief, look at me. I never pictured myself doing this. I mean, Eleven's married, but from what he tells me, it has quite an unusual story behind it. And here I thought I'd be able to get some advice from him.

[That was a hilarious disaster. Oh, Eleven. At least he'd given good advice in suggesting Fiona come along to help with the ring buying.]

Is he, indeed? [All kudos to them, whoever they are.] Well, we shall make it an occasion to remember for you.

He is! River was here for a while.

[He laughs a bit and shakes his head.]

She is definitely the one in charge in that relationship. Though I'm amazed a woman with a libido like hers puts up with his flailing. Not that I really want to know how she manages. The woman would certainly give Jack Harkness a run for his money.

I hope so. I really want to make Charley happy with this. I know we'll forget all of this when we leave, but I want it to be special even so.

Even that is too much information, Doctor. [Irving adamantly does not want to know about anyone's libido, much less someone married to the Doctor.]

Oh, we will!

Sorry, sorry. I just find their relationship endlessly amusing. Still, I suppose there's someone for everyone, right?

[For the most part, at least.]

The rest of us will muddle through without wives. [Even if he were guaranteed reciprocation, a decent part of Brax simply doesn't want to conduct a relationship, with Romana or anyone.]

Well...you don't need to be married.

Are you just romantic when it comes to other people's relationships?

[His tone is slightly sad about that. Come on, Brax.]

Is it really a tragedy, Doctor? Everyone I've known seemed to have wanted me dead at one point or another. Hardly seems fair to marry any of them. [Nope! No tragedy here!]

Oh, Brax. A romantic like you, never finding someone? Of course it's a tragedy.

[Hmmm, some scheming might be in order. Scheming is more his predecessor's thing, but he can manage.]

[No, why?] I am most sincerely not interested. And if I were, I would not be interested in such a someone being found by you.

Hm, we'll see.

[And he'll leave it at that. Keep Brax guessing. It's more fun that way.]

So, about the proposal...[He grins just a bit.] Are you going to let me know what you've got planned, will I be just as surprised when I get there?

[Because, you know, Time Lords and their plans. This just happens to be a plan for something nice instead.]

[Brax is not guessing. Brax knows. "We'll see" indeed. He narrows his eyes at him.]

Hm. Well, it's a bit up in the air at the moment, I have few alternatives I'm thinking of. I'll call you later when I have a better idea? [Or a surprise will do.]

[Mwahaha.]

As long as I know where to be, I'll be happy.

All right. [Of course, now his temptation to be equally evil to the Doctor as the Doctor's being to him is warring with his desire to make this nice. You are very lucky, Doctor that his romantic side will win.]

[Aw, bless Brax.]

I'll hear from you soon, then.

[Another little grin, and he ends the call.]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

[Irving will use this judiciously and is grateful.]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

[It's perhaps lucky then, that Brax doesn't eat them first thing.]

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