"Actually, Doctor," Hyperguy said as he, the Doctor, and Ditzy Doo had lunch one late winter day, "I have met a me from an alternate universe. Sadly, that was the universe where Cassandra and everyone else I knew and loved were brutally murdered, so it wasn't really much fun. Come to think of it, it was kind of like what you went through after the Time War. I'm surprised I wasn't wearing leather."

"What's leather?" Ditzy asked.

"Cow skin," Hyperguy answered. Ditzy had an uneasy look on her face. "I know the idea still makes you queasy, but I must admit you seem to be more understanding of humanoid-based society since we first met."

"It's easy to understand eating meat. I mean, a lot of animals do that. But it's kind of hard to believe that one would kill an animal to make clothes out of it."

"Consider this argument. One can't simply use just the muscles of a cow for food and leave the rest to rot. There is an old saying, 'use every part of the buffalo.'"

"Then what do you use the bones for?"

Hyperguy pointed to the gelatin on her plate. "That."

Ditzy's face turned green and she rushed out of the dining room.

"And we're back to square one."

"Just when I thought we were making a breakthrough," the Doctor commented.

"Kind of makes you wonder what they use for soap," Hyperguy thought out loud.

"Well, Hyperguy, I must admit it's nice having Ditzy and me come over."

"Why wouldn't it be? I am a marvelous host." His smile disappeared. "Doctor, there's something I want to ask you."

"Yes?"

"It's just that Valentine's Day is approaching."

"Don't know what to get Cassandra yet?"

"Oh, no, I have that covered. What I'm concerned about is Ditzy. "

"Ditzy?"

"Well, this is assuming there's a pony equivalent, which is very likely. Anyhoo, she's going to be alone. She's a single mother, and I can't imagine being a mail carrier pays that much. What I'm trying to say is I want you to do something special for her."

"Are you asking me to go on a date with her?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"I'm kind of hesitant to."

"It's not like I'm asking you to deflower the Virgin Queen. At most it will be dinner and a movie. Tell you what, Cassandra and I will go with you. That way, you won't feel as pressured."

"Oh, I can't let your evening to go bad."

"Nonsense, I didn't have a place picked out anyway. Seriously, all Sergio recommended was a German place in Anaheim. As much as I like braised rabbit, helping our friend out is more important."

"I guess if we go as friends."

"That's the spirit. So, why did you marry Elizabeth I anyway?"