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"Ho ho!" the Doctor exclaimed, spotting River as she entered the dining car. "There you are."

River watched him shuffle in her direction, being careful not to spill any of the food he'd piled onto his plate.

"Enjoying yourself?" River asked.

The Doctor didn't notice the dangerous edge in her voice. "Absolutely!" he said excitedly. "They have biscuits shaped like trains! See?" He waved one in front of her face so she could get a good look. Then he bit off the front engine.

He stood there, chewing contentedly when he sniffed. He wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"

River pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

The Doctor froze and looked River up and down. "Oh. Right. Well, they worked didn't they?" he tried to stay positive.

"I'm going back to change," River said suddenly, and she whipped around to head back to the corridor.

The Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Several of the desserts fell of his plate. He ignored them.

"Hey," he said, acknowledging her discomfort. He massaged her shoulder gently. "I don't mind. You've smelled worse..."

River glared at him. Whoops. Probably not the right thing to say.

He hurried on. "What I mean is... we can't leave without eating, can we? And trying some of that hot chocolate – I've already had three cups. And I booked a table with a view of the outside! I know you didn't get to see much of it before..."

River smiled at him, and took his arm. "Very well, my love. I would very much like to see that view again."

"And try the hot chocolate!" the Doctor added enthusiastically as he led her around tables. "Maybe we can come here again with Amy and Rory. And this time I'll check to make sure there aren't any malfunctioning buttons."

"So what happens to Harry Potter?" River asked as they weaved into a side room. The lights were dimmed and three of the walls were purely window, so diners could see the lights in all their glory.

The Doctor's eyes followed the streaks of color as he answered, "Oh, a full recovery. His disease wasn't really all that serious. Turns out, he just had really low pain tolerance."

"Doesn't surprise me," River murmured.

"But his name!" the Doctor said, sitting down at one of the tables by the window. River sat across from him. "It threw me off every time I thought of it!"

River smirked, picked up a crumpet from the plate.

"You realize that his name isn't that uncommon," she said.

The Doctor shrugged. "Still thought it was funny though."

River sighed, secretly amused. She felt rather sorry for all the Harry Potters that the Doctor would encounter.

"Isn't it fantastic?" the Doctor asked, gazing at the phenomenon outside.

River nodded. "You certainly know where to take a girl."

The Doctor grinned, pleased.

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About thirty minutes and five hot chocolates later (the Doctor drank three more of them of them), River was ready to go.

The Doctor wasn't. He was twitchy and kept whining about how pretty the view was and couldn't they stay a little longer? Then he would mention something about more food.

River narrowed her eyes and stared at him. He fidgeted under her gaze.

"Doctor," she asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong?" the Doctor sat up, startled. He shifted anxiously. "Wrong? Why would something be wrong?"

"Because you've gone all twitchy – and not just from the sugar," River said. "Plus, only an hour ago you were wanting to hurry so that Amy and Rory wouldn't wake up."

The Doctor rubbed his hands together and looked around nervously.

"Are you worried that your younger self will see you?" River asked.

The Doctor shook his head.

"I'm in the front of the train, filing my complaint..." he said absently. He looked at her. "What about another hot chocolate?"

River stared at him, trying to figure it out. Suddenly, it donned on her.

The Doctor practically jumped out of his seat when she grinned at him. Evilly.

"Celery boy's next, isn't he?" River said.

The Doctor moaned and let his forehead bang into the table.