We really are going to have to do some running if we sit down to three servings of chips every time we have chips.

[He's got to work out how to explain that. There will be gestures involved.] It's... hard to explain. Like explaining colours to someone who can't see colours. Or ultra-violet light to about 68% of sentient life. There's your savoury, sweet, bitter, and sour, like I've mentioned, and then - well, no, you've also got that other one. Twenty-first century, I think you're still calling it unami. But beyond that... [...How do you explain tastes.] Calcium-y things. Calci-yummy. There's a flavour they like to use on Shan Shen that's sort of a cross between fish and mustard and chocolate; not a specific taste but just an example. Really it just comes down to narrowing in on things better.

Definitely goin' to have to do more explorin' and find things to run from. [Because why else do you run? She likes the gestures though and she thinks she understands. Maybe.]

All right. Definitely brushin' my teeth more now. [because kissing and tasting more means more tooth brushing.]

Hopefully the City will oblige and give us some interesting curses here soon.

[That's met with eyebrow waggling. And then random factoids.] Apples are s'posed to taste better after you brush your teeth.

Oooh yeah. Heard sometimes they do. Just haven't seen it yet.

[Oh waggling eyebrows are good.] Yeah? Now we need apples for later between brushin' teeth and goin' to bed.

Well I found being seven recently - for the third time, mind - to be very interesting.

[Well now that he's feeling playful, even if he doesn't quite get it out with a straight face.] You know what goes great with apples? Peanut butter.

You were a very cute seven year old.

[That gets a laugh and a slight blush out of her.] And chocolate syrup.

Thank you very much. I like to think it carried over a bit.

[Yeah, there's a bit of red on him as well by now.] And Chocolate syrup. [He eats some more of the .... chip concoction (because if this is the plan this evening then they need to finish eating and go shopping and get to it at some point) and thinks a bit.] Honey. A-and apples; old but traditional. Dunno 'bout the toothpaste.

Just a bit.

[And there's some lip biting and more red because he's red and there's honey being mentioned.] Nothin' wrong with old. I like honey. We'll brush our teeth later. After the--all of it, yeah?

[He's just going to nod, because talking like this about that is really difficult, and also sort of to keep himself from talking he ate another chip. But finally he gets out:] Yeah. Yeah, a-after.

[And much more calmly as only pretend-indignation can provide:] Better not be anything wrong with 'old'.

[She decides to follow his example with the chips but his pretend-indignation makes her laugh a bit.]

I'd rather have old. [She did not exactly think through all the implications of her words which means really she's never going to not be red if things continue.]

[He grins and gives her a fairly smug little:] Good.

Have you got any more bubblydrink? I've had all mine.

[I have no idea how long it takes to eat three servings of chips but I'm betting they're fair on their way to being done-ish? idk]

[Oh she likes the smug. Cocky, smug Doctor is one of her favorite things.]

Little bit. [She slides her drink over to him and starts collecting the chip baskets to throw them away.]

[Doneish works for me!]

[If she's collecting the chip baskets, he's going to finish off his drink and toss it in the bin and then stand up with hers and drink a bit of it and wait for her to be ready to leave the chippy.] So, are we... Going to the market now, or...

[Right. The market. Which makes her a bit pink again but she nods.] Yeah. If you wanted to. 'Less you've changed your mind. [She may be trying to gauge how far he can be pushed today or she may be letting him do some pushing. She hasn't really decided yet.]

[He considers that, fully aware of the choice she's giving him and loving her all the more for it. After a couple of moments he nods and then looks down at her.] We haven't any fruit in the flat. I'd like some fruit. Fruit's at the market, I believe. After you?

[All of this, the couple thing, the everything isn't worth much if it's not something he chose so choices are good. She dips her head in a bit of a nod then heads outside, reaching back for his hand as she does because hands always help.] Fruit sounds good.

[He nods then. Right, okay, They're doing this. Okay, that's fine. He can do this. He sniffs. He can do this. They're just getting some fruit. And associated accoutrements. No big deal. He instinctively goes for her hand as well, seeing hers for his out of the corner of his eye.] Luckily they're not too far away.

[I have no idea what we're doing with this. Actually playing through the shopping, skipping to walking home with it, skipping to playing with it, skipping to... something else? I don't care, I'm just unsure.]

[At least they're still very much being the Doctor and Rose. She threads her fingers with his and nods.] And there's two of us to carry.

[I figure skipping to maybe getting it home or unpacking it? I don't figure it'll actually go *that* far since it's them and they're slower than molasses but if it does, we can just idk write it to a point of them having made up their minds? I'm awful with porny stuff and do better with fade to blacks most of the time.]

[ooc: because they're in reality thirteen year olds with crushes. You know, holding hands is a big deal.]

[Rose follows the Doctor into the kitchen and sits up on the counter. She pokes around in one of the grocery bags. The food probably is going to be distracting but maybe they'll manage a bit.]

What'll we try first? Apples and honey?

[His eyebrows go up a bit because he has no idea and sort of just wants to eat apples now but if she wants to try apples and honey 'first' then his utter lack of ideas means he agrees and nods.] Yeah. Yeah, I'll get a... [He shrugs out of his coat and tosses it over to the table and looks for something to cut up the apples with. Better to just literally start with... apples. This is weird.]

[She gets a knife out of the drawer and hands it over to him, handle first, the tips of her fingers on the blade. She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath. Now that they're here, she's not sure how they're supposed to go about this. She toe-heels her shoes off, shoving them off to the side. If he's got his jacket off she ought to have something off too, right? Except she's still got a hoody on so she unzips it and tosses it over with his jacket so that she's barefoot, in jeans and a tank top. It's not exactly naked.] I could--should I--I'll--[Talking is weird and she gets the honey out of the bag and takes the top off, dipping her finger in a bit. Should she--no that would be much too much with the pushing. So she immediately puts her finger in her mouth and then she thinks that's too much except she's got no idea how to make this less awkward so she's just going to stand there with her finger in her mouth for a second.]

[He's going to cut up some slices of apples and probably got a bowl down while he was waiting on her with the knife and puts them in that. Just cuts up a couple of them though, since... Well. And then leaves the mess there and turns to slide the bowl down the counter toward her and-- oh. What? She's lost some clothes and has... Oh. Oh. Okay. He tentatively - and without removing his eyes off her with her finger in her mouth for a second - brings the hand not holding the bowl of apples up and slides his tie down so he can pull it over his head. And... Drops it on the floor. Now what.] Ta-- Is that tasty?

[Give her a second because tie...on the floor. Her eyes go wide and she nods a second before she takes her finger out of her mouth.] Ye-yeah.

[Words are hard okay. She hesitates, watching him the whole time, before she dips her finger in the honey again and holds it up, her other hand underneath her finger to catch drips.] Taste.

[This shouldn't be so hard. It's something she would have done and has done before but now she can't think of anything except that he can taste *more* than she can and she wonders how she tastes. She is also literally biting her tongue against asking him that.]

[He sees the honey dripping and sort of half lunges forward to catch it before he sees her other hand there to catch drips, and then remembers what it is they're doing. He doesn't quite back up, but he pauses for a few seconds, before slowly walking over to her, eyes bouncing between her face and her proffered finger, and... pauses, again, but closes his mouth over it, tasting the honey by basically just licking the finger as he pulls his mouth off. He swallows, looking around the floor area.] Th-Th-... Very go- very tasty. [He's still sort of registering what just happened and what was honey and what was Rose and so he just sort of vaguely gestures to the other 'dipping' things.] What did you want to try?