[Private to Harper]

I'm afraid, Mr. Harper, that I might have to recant on one of the gifts I intended for Rex. If you've not given the key I'll be back for it in the afternoon. I'll still maintain the breathe-ability of the TARDIS but maintain my strict access to it.

It's nothing that Mr. Lewis has done wrong, rest assured. And I'll keep the key around for the future. For now, I suppose, the one gift is enough.

[Public]

I feel the urge to do something woefully mundane such as go to the pub for a few hours and kick back a few ginger beers, should they have them. Would anyone care to join me?