oh, he's found a thing, a cool thing. it's a top hat covered in ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ !
an excellent addition to his ever-growing hat collection.
โ tapping him on the shoulder, handing him a cup.
"coffee for the intergalactic flirt,"
he beamed, then lowered his voice.
"whatever you do, don't take anything that barista offers you . . . they have a suspicious number of appendages for a human."
sitting cross-legged on the ground outside the TARDIS, a small ceramic bowl in his hands filled with warm custard. he's drinking the sweet dish straight from the bowl with an absentminded smile.