A/N: Merry christmas, everyone! =D Hope you had a spiffing day and so forth ^_^
"I've never seen anybody stand up to Mr. Sardick like that!" exclaimed the man, shaking the Doctor's hand warmly, "Bless you both, sirs! And merry christmas!"
"Merry christmas, now hush, he's busy." the Master said, continuing his attempts to adjust the Doctor's makeshift phone while aforementioned Time Lord was still talking through it.
"You'd both better get inside!" continued the man, paying no attention to the Master's rude manner, "The fog's thick tonight, and there's a fish warning!"
"All right, yeah -" the Doctor then processed this for a second.
"Sorry - fish?"
"Yeah, you know what they're like when they get a bit hungry?"
"Yes, fish, I know, fish. Fish?" the Master sniggered while the Doctor gesticulated as if saying the word 'fish' along with different hand motions would give it another meaning.
"It's all Mr. Sardick's fault, I reckon. He always lets a few fish through the cloud layer when he's in a bad mood. Thank you, bless you once again, gentlemen!" the man strapped on his goggles, shook both their hands and plodded off, leaving the confused Time Lords standing in the square.
"...Fish...?" the Doctor repeated.
"Evidently."
"Fish?"
"Yes, you know, the water-dwelling animals that you have to thank for your precious fish fingers?"
"Doctor," said Amy over the phone, "The captain says we've got less than an hour, what should we be doing?"
"Fish..." the Doctor repeated again.
"Sorry, what?"
"Fish that can swim in fog..." the Doctor stared at the little shimmering creatures, darting around the steet lamp. "I love new planets..."
"Doctor, don't get distracted!" the Master tried to pull his fellow Time Lord away from the fish, but of course it was no use.
"Now why would people be frightened of you tiny little fellows, look at you sweet little fishy-wishys!" cooed the Doctor as the little creatures nibbled his fingers.
"Oh for -" the Master rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone.
"Hello? What's going on? Doctor?"
"Amy, it's me. The Doctor's going all gooey-eyed over some flying fish, I don't think he's going to be much help."
"Some what?"
"Fish. Flying. Well, they're not really flying, swimming in the fog. Quite interesting, but there are better things to do."