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“Personally, I’m quite fond of a banana milkshake. Extra sprinkles. Two scoops if I’m feeling generous. With a nice packet of biscuits - Jammie Dodgers, probably.”

He wasn’t sure if she had been addressing him or not, but the Doctor was never one to shy away from a conversation that needed to involve him.

"I... could probably make a banana daquiri, but that's not quite the same. And no... Jammie Dodgers? I don't know what they are, but I'm pretty sure I don't have them," She smiled brightly at the man in front of her and wondered if she could actually just make a banana milkshake. She went through the ingredients in her head and decided it was definitely doable, "Actually, I think I've got all the ingredients in the kitchen, if you really want one,"

“Banana daiquiris… I think I may have accidentally invented those back in the 18th century.”

A beat. He realised how that sounded but pressed on, offering what he hoped was a winning smile.

“But oooh lovely! As long as it’s no trouble? Say it’s no trouble? If it’s trouble I can do without the sprinkles. And the milkshake part.”

The speed of which this came out seemed to be in direct competition with the speed of his gesticulating arms that flapped about as he spoke.

Edited 2022-04-20 22:57 (UTC)

Kristina tilted her head at his remark about the 18th century, but decided to just let it go for now as some odd sort of joke. Instead, she made her way back behind the bar of Charlie's and started grabbing ingredients.

"It's no trouble, honestly, though I think we are out of sprinkles. I'll check in the kitchen. Give me just a sec," She bolted back to the kitchen without waiting for a response and came back relatively quickly with the rest of what she needed. Setting up the blender, she smiled, "Can I get you anything else?"

The Doctor watched in the delight as the young woman returned with a handful of ingredients and a blender.

He thought for a moment, debating whether to order a cup of tea and a scone. But then remembered that most of the local bars in the surrounding area had clearly run out. Why else would they refuse him? Or his offer to teach them how to boil a kettle using quantum physics and a skipping rope?

He smiled again and shook his head, “I’m good, thank you… ah… ” He flapped his hand about as if her name was on the tip of his tongue.

Which it wasn’t.

She gave him a bright smile as he fumbled for the name she had clearly forgotten to give him, "I'm Kristina. Sorry, probably should have lead with that. Nice to meet you...?" She trailed off, realizing she hadn't asked his name, either. Loading up the blender while speaking, she took a quick glance around to make sure everyone else was okay. They seemed fine and it was a pretty slow day for Charlie's, anyway.

“Hello, Kristina!”

He considered air kisses.

Hastily reconsidered it.

So he went to shake her hand, saw what she was doing, thought better of it and finally settled on a friendly little wave.

“I’m the Doctor.” He adjusted his bow tie and then quickly readjusted it, “Not really from around here but thought I’d pop in.”

She waved back and turned on the blender. It took a moment, but once it flipped off, she poured the contents into a tall pint glass. Adding a bit of whipped cream to the top and finding a straw, she brought the shake over and set it in front of him, a bit triumphantly.

"Just the Doctor, huh? We've got a lot of those around here, what with the hospital around the corner. I guess I've called people stranger things, so if you just prefer Doctor, then Doctor it is,"

She chuckled softly and crossed her arms playfully, "So you're going to have to tell me how that shake is, because I generally make cocktails, but it's been a while since I've made something without alcohol in it,"

The Doctor’s eyes lit up at the impossibly tall milkshake set before him.

Like a conductor about to compose a world renowned symphony, he dramatically flourished the straw and took a long noisy slurp. A few people glanced up from their own mostly silent drinks but he didn’t seem to notice. Or care. Or both but had forgotten in which order.

Finally he broke away and rewarded Kristina with one of his warmest smiles.

“Top banana!”

A pause, another slurp, then, “So, this hospital. Tell me more about it. Many regulars?”