Author's Note: This is just a silly little thing that popped into my head today. It's based on a conversation in college, ironically with a banana instead. XD
Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who, much as I wish otherwise.
Rose sat on the jump-seat in the TARDIS, her legs drawn up to her chest and her toes curling over the edge of the cushion. She had a book balanced on her knees and was reading intently, taking a bite out of her green snack once in a while.
The Doctor strolled into the control room just then. He bounded up the steps and turned to Rose, grinning that infectious, manic grin.
"So! Where to today?"
His gaze lighted on the fruit in her hand and he grimaced. He actually took a half step back, recoiling in horror. How could she eat that? He hated pears. Pears were revolting.
"You're eating poison," he said in a measured tone, his disgust written all over his expressive face.
Rose looked up from her book. She smirked and nodded. "I know."
"Willingly." He scrunched up his nose.
Her smile widened, her tongue touching her top teeth. She took another bite of the crisp pear for emphasis. "Yep."
The Doctor pivoted on the balls of his feet, his shoes squeaking a little on the floor. He walked away without a word, heading for the door that lead deeper into the TARDIS.
"Oi!" Rose called after him. "Where're you going?"
"Away from the smell of that. How can you eat…that? Call me when you're done."
The Doctor disappeared from sight, but Rose could still hear him muttering to himself. Something about the foul nature of pears and the virtues of…bananas?