Nothing but silly. For srs. Reviews would be sweet, but this is so easy a read, even I'd forget to review. (Prove me to be a wrong and terrible person.)
The Doctor jerked his head to the side when Rose wrapped her hand around his chin to turn his face toward her. The rough, uneven stubble along his jaw scratched at her palm and she laughed. He settled his head back onto the pillow of his folded hands, eyes still shut against the blue of the early morning sky, the grass beneath him flattening to his form.
"But would you ever consider it, Doctor?" Rose asked, leaning on her side, head propped up by an elbow.
"Consider what?"
Rose patted his cheek. "Growing sideburns."
The Doctor opened his eyes and looked over at her. "Bugger off," he said, scowling.
"Some facial hair that isn't lazy may suit you, Doctor." Jack's nasal, American voice rose over the hill as he climbed it, arms filled with a basket of snacks. He dropped the basket over the Doctor's legs, grinning as the Time Lord was forced to sit up and move aside. Jack unwrapped a bag of fruit and handed it to Rose. "And don't you ever change your clothes?"
The Doctor grabbed a fistful of his green jumper. "Of course I do," Rose smiled at the twinge of hurt in the whine. "I've got this in blue and in-"
Jack waved him off. "Same shirt different day." He popped a peanut into his mouth and grinned at the Doctor's lowering brows. "How about a nice button up. And a vest."
Rose hummed her agreement. "And a skinny tie. With pinstripes."
"The two of you'd have me dress like a pansy," the Doctor leaned back on his elbows and watched as Rose took a bite out of her apple, her pink tongue darting over the red skin to stop the juice from dripping down her wrist. "How about a bow tie?"
Jack pursed his lips and raised his eyes, considering the idea while Rose munched thoughtfully on her apple before nodding her agreement. She and Jack exchanged looks and shrugged. "Yeah," they said. "That could work."
The Doctor looked out over the field below them with the brightly colored tents and hulking horses carrying wooden seals of family arms. Young knights bearing tokens of affection and luck strode paces ahead of their struggling squires made to mount their steeds. Jack and Rose settled on either side of him, their laps piled high with fruit and nuts.
"What about a fez?"
"Ooh, nooo," The Doctor looked from Jack to Rose, their matching, wincing expressions of dislike and horror meeting him on both ends. "Noo, don't do that."
The Doctor sighed and tugged at the lapels on his leather coat. It was lucky, he supposed, that he was not whimsical. Otherwise that rejection just may have hurt. He motioned to the basket by Jack's feet.
"Hand me a banana, would you."
