AN~ I will finish these, and I will not use two prompts for one chapter! I've only got four to go after this so hopefully I should manage it. Short, cute, fluffy – that's this one in a nutshell
Prompt 21: log fire
Characters: Eleven, Amy, Rory
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S'mores
"Come along, Ponds!" The Doctor waved his arms to hurry them up, and Amy huffed.
"Well, which one is it – Isla Plachia, or the Ice Desert of Saade?"
"Does it matter? Christmas! Surprises! Miracles! I have a wardrobe! In, in, in!"
He was excited. He had a lot to show his friends and though they had seen him the night before, he had not seen them for several months. It had been a while since he had played tour guide, and he rather missed it.
But he was sure there were other, less selfish reasons for bringing the Ponds out today.
Technically it was Boxing Day but none of them really cared; at least it was still in the season. To be honest, he hadn't been aiming for Christmas this time – his Christmas visit was on Christmas – but he guessed the TARDIS had just picked up on his festive mood.
"Doctor!"
Apparently, it was not the first time Rory had called his name.
"Hm?"
"If this is where you think you parked, you might want to start looking for whoever spiked your polevka," Rory pointed out.
"What?"
The Doctor spun around, and saw Amy standing in a conveniently TARDIS-shaped patch of crushed grass, her arms out as if demonstrating something.
"Say nothing," the Doctor muttered, inspecting the square. "I have really got to fix the coordinate lock on that thing."
"Don't worry, Doctor!" Amy said. "You can stay with us! We'll eat leftover roast and toast s'mores on a real fire and sing carols – it'll be fun! We can show you our Christmas."
"What's a s'more?" he wondered. Amy grinned and took the Doctor's arm, leading him back towards the house.
"S'mores are cool," she said. The Doctor was content with that.