"What do you mean you've never seen it?" Rose stared at the Doctor incredulously. "It's a sci-fi classic."

"Science fiction, dear, is not something I need. Having science fact at my fingertips."

"But... but... you have to watch it. Come on, let's make a night of it. Popcorn and everything. Be like being at the cinema."

"Necking in the back row?"

"In your dreams."

"Well..."

"Doctor!"

"Okay, behaving." He scowled, thinking. "I don't I have popcorn. Let's order pizza."

"What? Get it delivered?"

"Sure."

Rose fell about laughing.


Half an hour later they were snuggled together on the sofa, sharing pepperoni pizza. Rose had no idea why the TARDIS had a room that resembled a living room, but she wasn't going to complain. Or ask because the explanation was likely to make her head hurt.

"You know," she said after a while. "The Millennium Falcon kinda reminds me of the TARDIS; always breaking down."

"Excuse me, fastest ship in the galaxy," the Doctor sort of quoted.

"Yeah whatever Han," Rose sniggered.

"Does that make you Princess Leia?"

"Dunno. Reckon I could get my hair to do that?"

"Maybe. You'd need an outfit though."

"Not keen on white."

"I was thinking more of the one from 'Return of the Jedi' actually."

There was a long silence.

"I thought you hadn't seen Star Wars!" Rose squeaked.

"I've not. Seen that one though."

Rose stared at the Doctor helplessly. Then she attacked his ribs, making me laugh as she tickled him mercilessly. "Tell me the location of the rebel base!" She demanded between giggles. They mock fought for several minutes before they fell off the sofa, the Doctor on top of Rose. He grinned at their position.

"Sure thing, your Highness," he drawled in a bad American accent. And he bent down and kissed her.