[Public]

[Guess who's not wearing his question mark sweater? Just guess. The Doctor has tidied himself up (as much as he can) and turns on the camera to his journal and looks a little delighted.

And a little sheepish.]

Ahhhh.

[He presses his lips together.

Shifts his gaze.

Turns off the camera again, because that's not going as planned. No no, he has to pace a little bit. And ponder, and pace and wonder precisely how to approach her. You would think the last time that he was brainwashed into liking someone, ironically a warrior woman named Angvia, would have taught him this was a little strange. Nope, no Mel here to slap some sense into him.

Oh well, time doesn't wait for presents! He should hop to it if he's going to lure in his lady fair with his gentlemanly wiles.

Camera back on!]

Would you like a bite to eat? Cup of tea? Cup of coffee? Cup of beer? Cup of water? Perhaps not in cups maybe in some other beverage container of your preference? Not everyone likes cups.

[No! His settings!] Oh this is public! Not meant for- [He coughs into his hand] -everyone. Excuse me.

[He changes the settings.]

[Private to Angua]

Ah, that was meant for you. If you're not entirely busy? [Please don't be busy.]