The Frying Pan

The Doctor ran a finger along the long length of the metal "oooooo" he whispered. " pretty"

" Its just a frying pan Doctor, its not the Mona Lisa." Replied Sarah Jane.

He gave her a stern look " what would you know about the Mona Lisa."

Sarah hung her head.

" And what would you know about frying pans." He scoffed " you couldn't even cook, if the food danced naked in front of you already cooked on a silver platter making its way to china in a wheel barrow."

" If it's right in front of me y is it making its way to china."

"Smart ass." Was his only retort. It was so easy to hurt the Doctors feeling and he bent down and cried grasping the pan in one hand and sucking his thumb with another.

" Doctor the store closes in one minute, so get up and gives the lady her frying pan back." The Doctor pounced to his feet gingerly.

" Oh is it time already, oh dang it." He held out his hand to the woman behind him in the cookery isle. " Here's your pan."