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"Doctor?"
The man in the kitchen smiles, he likes that name, he reminds him of adventures and wonderful things he saw. He doesn't answer, though, she'll find him in a few moments, their house is not a manor or a castle, it's more like a nest.
Here she is, beautiful with her hair ruffled, her eyes still half closed and her pyjamas so large they both can wear it at same time.
"I've made breakfast, ish…" he says.
"What?" she laughs a little. "You never make breakfast!"
"Well…" he starts but she interrupts him waving her hand.
"Never mind… What did you make?"
"Hot chocolate." he answers promptly and he giggles.
"Hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate!" he repeats enthusiastically.
"Hot chocolate is not a proper breakfast, Doctor." she says, clearly amused.
"Well, it depends… There's a planet where they have 3479 types of hot chocolate and they don't drink or eat anything else." he explains. 'I wish I could show it to you…' he adds in his thoughts but doesn't say it out loud.
She laughs "Okay, it's a proper breakfast then." she says and accepts the mug he's handing her.
"Merry Christmas, Rose Tyler."
She knows it's not Christmas yet but she also knows that somewhere sometime it is. "Merry Christmas, my Doctor."