Thanks for the reviews on the last one. I'll probably continue this as a small series as I think up different customers. Thanks again for the reviews!

PART 2

The Doctor was sitting in the back of the store on a chair that seemed to have been around since the beginning of time, reeling back and forth on it's back legs with his feet propped up on a desk. He picked up a knife and plunged it into the peanut butter, before spreading it on a spoon then grabbed another knife and plunged that into the N'Bazlon then spread it on the spoon.

He felt pleased with his work and admired the two pasty layers with satisfaction before shoving the whole thing in his mouth. He could taste the peanut butter perfectly but had a hard time identifying the second taste.

Honey?

Chocolate?

Apple?

It seemed to go through many flavors faster than the Doctor could pin it down. It tasted good anyway. He shrugged and repeated the whole thing 2 more times before finally getting up to get a drink of water to get the paste out of his mouth.

As he was making his way to the shabby sink in the corner of the room he heard the bell in the front of the store go off. He yelled, "Fee der in a min!" before trotting faster to the sink. An "Indeed." sounded from the front of the store. He turned on the cold water and held his hand under the water before bringing it to his lips and swishing it around his mouth. Pulling a paper towel off and rubbing his face he sauntered into the front.

The customer was a man who the Doctor estimated was a young 70-something. He had a very dignified appearance and looked ever so slightly disgusted with the Doctor's appearance, who had small smatterings of peanut butter and what seemed to be some kind of pink paste scattered throughout his shirt and pants.

"'ello! I'm the Doctor. How can I help you?"

"Hmm. Yes. It's my 49th anniversary tomorrow-"

"Congratulations!"

The man continued without seeming to have heard the Doctor, "but I wanted to get my lady friend something sweet so she wouldn't be too sullied by my taking my wife to The Wellbourne for dinner."

The Doctor tried his best to suppress his shocked face but knew he failed. He gulped then managed to choke out, "Oh. Fancy…...you must be very excited."

"As to be expected. Now what do you have among the…" he gestured at the shelves behind the Doctor and the counter in front of him, "hodge podge here?" The Doctor looked slightly amused at the word the man chose, but turned behind him with a flourish nonetheless.

"Well, what kind of sweet does your…...friend like?"

"Something fruity likely. Or chocolatey. Women like chocolate don't they?"

"Well, yes I suppose so," the Doctor said while scratching his chin. "but most people do. It's not really something I know a lot of people hate. Back in the 3rd century there was a race called the-"

"I'm looking for sweets, sir. Not a history lesson. Now what. Do. You. Have?"

The Doctor jutted his chin out at the rude customer. "All right. All right. Fine. Let me go get some." He stomped over to the shelves behind him and gathered up all of the chocolate candy he had in a "sampler box". Bringing it over to the rude man, he dropped the box unceremoniously in front of him. "There. Take what you want."

The man stuck his eyebrow up at the Doctor, then reached over and picked up and took a bite of each one at a time while staring at the Doctor after each bite. He put some half-eaten chocolates to one side, and other chocolates to the other side. When he was finally done, he pulled out a kerchief and dabbed at his mouth.

"Did the chocolates suit the good sir?" The sarcasm seemed to go over the man's head.

"Hmm. Some of it. The others are mediocre at best." The gestured to the chocolates to the left.

"Did the good sir decide which to give to his lady friend?"

"Yes. I believe I want these." He picked up the chocolate filled with raspberry jam.

"Hmm." Was all the reply he got.

After picking up and throwing away the box of desecrated chocolates, he collected a dozen Chocolate Raspberry Dream chocolates and arranged them in a heart shaped box, but not before sliding in a note. Tying it up with a puffy bow, he handed the box to the man. "That will be 12.50."

"Overpriced if you ask me."

The Doctor fought the urge to retort, "No one did."

Later that night the man gave the chocolates to his "lady friend". Sitting aloft the chocolates was a simply worded note, "He has a wife."