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"Rose Tyler," the Doctor narrowed his eyes, "I never took you for a pickpocket."
"I'm sorry," she handed back his wallet, which, to be fair, she had picked up off a table, and not off his person. "I was going to give it back."
"Uh-huh," the Doctor nodded, putting it back into his coat. "But you know that's not what I meant."
"What?" Rose's voice dripped with confusion. "I didn't take anything else. And that I only took your wallet so you wouldn't forget it."
"Alright," he agreed, taking the explanation, as well as her hand. "So you'll give me my hearts back tomorrow, is that it?"
No, I don't think she is.