It's not to say Amy hasn't thought about getting the TARDIS drunk, and likely if they're allowed to go on without interference that's exactly what she'll try and do, but at least the alcohol here is synthehol.
For now.
"Really?" she asks, chewing on a green cube.
(Definitely ice.)
"The Doctor was always so doom an' gloom about it, though I suppose he was more worried about havin' you in more than one place at a time," she adds, just before going quiet.
Cridhe didn't seem to like the sounds of that either.
"You know what I mean," she says, though now her bluster is a bit more subdued; "bow tie, fez, tweed — or purple frock?"
That's a new one, but it is how he showed up here.
~hugs~ Bad month! I hope it gets better <3
For now.
"Really?" she asks, chewing on a green cube.
(Definitely ice.)
"The Doctor was always so doom an' gloom about it, though I suppose he was more worried about havin' you in more than one place at a time," she adds, just before going quiet.
Cridhe didn't seem to like the sounds of that either.
"You know what I mean," she says, though now her bluster is a bit more subdued; "bow tie, fez, tweed — or purple frock?"
That's a new one, but it is how he showed up here.