"Why would anyone have a parade in the middle of flippin' winter?" Donna asked, pulling her coat more tightly around her.
"There are many things I don't understand about humans, and this is one of them. Although Thanksgiving is a brilliant holiday," the Doctor said, putting his arm around her as they stood on the curb, watching the floats and bands go by.
"It's so American," she said.
"Hark at your snobbery," he teased.
"Oh, this from the man who calls us a bunch of clueless apes. That's rich."
"Ah, well, some of you are cleverer than others," he replied. "Anyway, it's a brilliant holiday. Food, family, friends, and no gifts to buy. Nothing to do but watch a parade and maybe some American football, and eat. Brilliant."
"So you said."
"But just think - a holiday like this, not religious, just celebrating the harvest and laughing in the face of winter. I love it! Nothing like it anywhere else."
"Really? Nowhere else?"
"Well, not quite like it, anyway. Is it too cold?" he asked, as she shivered.
"A bit. But I want to see the rest." She pulled the hood of her coat up over her head. "At least it's not raining."
"We'll have to see about getting a turkey dinner when this is over. That'll warm us right up."
"Mmm, that'll be nice," she agreed. "And maybe we can stay and do a bit of shopping tomorrow?" she added hopefully.
"I don't see why not," he said. "Oh, would you look at that. I love the giant balloon-thingies. Wonder if they'd let me have a go at steering one?" He took a step forward, but she pulled him back.
"That'll get you arrested," she said. "No interfering with the parade."
He pouted, but stayed where he was. "It's nearly over, anyway. See, there's Santa!"
The children nearby shouted and waved at Santa as he passed, and Donna couldn't stop herself from waving to him as well. "I suppose it is good to stop and remember what we're thankful for sometimes."
"Right you are, Donna. Right you are," he said, taking her hand.