A/N: This one should be T for innuendo. And I'm sorry.
"Don't tell me. Halloween?" he asked, stepping up to the bars of her cell.
"Nope."
"Birthday?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No."
"Then...?"
Doctor Song glanced down at the leather bikini and loin-cloth style skirt she was wearing and shrugged. "Just cleaning out the cupboards. Finally."
He waved at her outfit. "Isn't that rather an odd choice for house cleaning?"
"Yeah... but you should see the other guy. Although, I can now answer that age old question..." She paused; a slow smile spread across her face. "What they've got on underneath those kilts."