A/N: Spoilers for The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe, though only very mild ones and nothing plot related. Not really.
"So, you finally finished it?" he asked, nodding toward the black-and-white knit jumper sitting amidst the other items on Doctor Song's bed.
She glanced up from where she crouched on the floor wrapping gifts to her bed. "Yes. It's for my dad. Though Mum'll nick it for herself."
The guard opened his mouth to ask the obvious question but thought better of it. Instead, he asked, "What did you get her?"
The prisoner pointed to the bright plastic object next to the jumper. "Water pistol." She turned back to him and smiled. "Someone else'll end up wearing that, though, too."
He didn't even consider asking about that. "So, whose that for, then?" he asked, indicating the large box she was covering in bright blue paper.
"Oh, I'm wrapping this as a favour for a friend. He's rubbish with Sellotape. Not sure he should be trusted with scissors either, if it comes right down to it," she observed, almost as an after thought.
"What is it?"
She looked back at the box. "A very bad idea, if you ask me. Might as well fill their stockings with matches. Though I didn't tell him that, of course." She sighed. "He'd probably think that was a good idea, too."