Part 20: Spreading Christmas Spirit
The intergalactic McDonalds was rather quiet as they entered and Missy looked around in disgust.
"What's that face for?" the Doctor asked, "You wanted food, well, here's where we get food. You can stop being grumpy now."
"I will not stop being grumpy until I've eaten," Missy crossed her arms over her chest. "And I don't wanna eat here. It's cheap. I want to go to a real restaurant."
"We will go to a real restaurant once you've apologised for the futuristic love potion that luckily wore off rather quickly."
"Unfortunately, you mean."
"Fine. We'll have fries for lunch, then."
They sat down on a table next to the window and the Doctor thought that it would have been lovely here, watching the stars, had they not been in a McDonalds restaurant. But he was punishing Missy and that fact made him feel better instantly.
"Stop stealing my fries," the Doctor smacked her hand.
"Will not. Stolen fries taste much, much better," Missy said, her mouth full, "Oh, I have an idea."
She opened her handbag and pulled out two Santa hats, one of which she put on her own head. The Doctor considered protesting for a moment, but she had already put the other hat on him as well. So he decided to smile instead.
Two Sontarans on the table next to them suddenly started muttering until one of them turned around to ask: "Hey, we were wondering what species you belong to? We've never seen creatures with funnily shaped heads like yours."
"We're Time Lords," Missy replied immediately and the Sontarans looked at each other in confusion as though they always had imagined Time Lords to look differently.
"They're hats," the Doctor enlightened them and pulled of his Santa hat as demonstration. He turned to Missy. "Sontarans. Easily confused, as usual."
"What are you wearing those for? Afraid your ears will fall off?" the other Sontaran asked.
"No, they're Santa hats. We're celebrating the Christmas spirit," Missy smiled at both of them, which only seemed to baffle them more.
"What's Christmas?"
"You don't know what Christmas is?" she asked in disbelief, "Oh, dear, you're missing out. Christmas is a holiday that people celebrate on earth. It's a lovely and quiet time you spend with your family and the people you love. You listen to Christmas music, eat Christmas food, give each other presents."
The two Sontarans stared at Missy, who seemed absolutely in love with the idea of that odd earth holiday.
"You two are brothers, right?" she asked them.
"Yes," they both looked at each other, "Does that mean we should celebrate it as well?"
"Well, obviously. Now go and bake some cookies together and find something nice to give to the other," Missy told them.
"That does sound lovely," one of the Sontarans said, "I've always wanted to give you a new gun."
"And I've always wanted to give you some better grenades. Let's go, brother, we're going to celebrate Christmas!"
The Doctor lead Missy back to the TARDIS as he suddenly burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" she asked him, bemused.
"Only you can make two Sontarans appreciate the idea of Christmas."
"It wasn't that hard. They seemed to rather enjoy the idea of getting new weapons."
The Doctor stopped in front of the TARDIS door. He suddenly felt a fondness for Missy that he hadn't been aware of before. Without thinking, he pushed Missy against the door of his TARDIS and bent down to kiss her.