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Doc! What's all this?

A re-run! I, uh, may or may not have dropped off a few gifts in the wrong houses the first time around - honestly how many Bens can there be in this universe? - so I'm, um, remedying the situation, so t'speak.

Huh. So does this mean that I'm your faithful elf?

Em...what's all this for?

[There's a giant, holographic map in the center of his consol, surrounded on all sides by shiny, red-and-green clutter.] Father Christmas needs, a hand, Pond, and per usual, I've offered my services to the man. Time machines, ten to come in handy this time of year.

[Amy's careful of where she walks, how had managed to fill up the entire console room with presents was beyond her.] You're helping out Santa?

...Why doesn't that surprise me?

Because I'm unpredictable. Improbable. Impossible. Yeah, impossible's probably the best. [He smiles himself and grabs a tow of presents in his arms, tossing one Amy's way.] Feel like being Santa's helper?

[Fumbling, Amy nearly dropped the present he had tossed at her.] I suppose. [Amy made her way down the rest of the stairs, carefully making her way over to him.] So what are we doing exactly? [She asked, tossing and catching the present for someone over and over again.]

Oi! Careful with that, it's fragile. [He sends her a dissapproving look, before handing her two more gifts.] Cm'on, Pond, y'know the routine. Children sleeping, putting the presents under the tree, eating the cookies - though, I must say, I don't approve of all the soy-milk cookies I've been seein' these days. [He makes a face.]

[ With both eyebrows furrowed, Romana is curious of his motives.]...Earth tradition, I'm assuming.

Oh yes. One of my favorites, in fact. [He's stuffing a few presents into his rather small bag - the presents magically disappearing in it.] Bigger on the inside. [He smiles, waggling an eyebrow towards the bag.] Now - I have two hundred and ten more countries to make stops at.

Isn't breaking and entering a crime? [She nods slowly, trying to remember the science behind it. Some of it makes sense, while the other bits and pieces are still entirely far off.] I see. [ Crinkling her nose, she leans against the console, feeling it's gentle brr. She knew how to navigate her...once. ]What's the purpose? Other than entering ones home to...give presents?

[Don't ask how she found time to bake cookies and make candy. She did. And there's a box seated on a relatively empty part of the TARDIS console.]