"Doctor, why have you bought a kilt? You're not Scottish."
"So?" he sniffed. "Anyway, I could be Scottish if I wanted."
"What?"
"Well, maybe my fake persona is from Glasgow or something."
"You've already filled in the paperwork. You're from London." The Doctor pouted a bit. Rose added, "Like me."
He smiled. "Ah, yes. Like you. That is good. Still, I like the look of the kilt. One of my companions from yonks ago used to wear one, actually! Not the same tartan, mind - "
Rose arched an eyebrow. "You aren't…dressing up to look like, I dunno, a former boyfriend or something, are you?"
"What! No! Rose. He was my friend!"
"If you say so."
"I do say so! Emphatically! Anyway, that's not the reason I bought the kilt."
"Okay, so what is the reason?"
"You, er. You watched that film the other day."
"What film?"
"The film with the bloke in the kilt. You sort of…simpered, a bit."
"I what?" she giggled.
He huffed. "You'll see. I'm going to go and put it on, and then I'm going to come out here, and you are going to simper at me just like you simpered at that poor actor who couldn't do a Scottish accent to save his life."
"Oh my god, you bought a kilt 'cos you were jealous?"
The Doctor sniffed and retreated to the bathroom to get changed.
About ten minutes later he re-entered the bedroom. Rose caught sight of him behind her in the mirror as she bent over her dressing table to apply her mascara. "Oh," she murmured, watching his smug expression as he turned around for her perusal. She stood up straight and eyed him in the reflection. "Are you wearing pants under that?"
"Nope," he grinned, popping the 'p.'
Rose swallowed hard, running her hands down her sides to straighten her dress. "Um, okay then."
He took a few steps towards her.
"So, uh, you really gonna wear that out?"
"It's an important event. Thought I'd make the effort," he teased, sweeping aside her hair and pressing a kiss to her neck, his gaze fixed on hers in the mirror when he lifted his head back up. "Jackie has seated us next to each other at dinner, hasn't she?"
"Yeah - yeah, think so," she murmured, as he brought his arms around her waist to draw her back against him. "Why?"
"Just checking."
"Right," she breathed out shakily.
"Rose?" he whispered.
"What?"
He smoothed his hand over her bum. "You aren't wearing any knickers, are you?"
"Noooo." She smiled at his reflection. "All traditions are better with two, right?"
"Right," he nodded. He sighed happily, squeezing her into a backwards hug. "I think this dinner party is going to go exceedingly well."
"You reckon?"
He nipped at her earlobe. "Oh yes."