"Not so much nonsensical, I think, as thick. Thick ways. Thick as thieves, or maybe peanut butter." Speaking of which, he really should see if he liked peanut butter this time around; it was usually a hit-or-miss food with him. He popped a preemptory chocolate biscuit in his mouth and moved to sit, bringing the tin with him so he could offer Idris one. "Here you go," he said, his mouth half-full, "try one. They're good." At least, he thought they were good; he honestly had no idea what his oldest companion would like.

Come to think of it, his TARDIS fed off rift energy sometimes, didn't it? Maybe there was some of that around here. But then, Sexy Was in a human body, and separated from the vortex to boot. The rules had changed, and to top it all off, they'd been rules The Doctor hadn't even been aware of to begin with. "Do you?" he asked her, grinning as he turned his chaotic train of thought back to the subject at hand. "Good, because I always liked calling you that."