Hello, dear readers! shrinks slowly from your line of vision I am so, so sorry. I had some serious roadblock for this story, even though RedKestral gave me some of (his, her? Sorry, don't know your gender) ideas. Part of it was I was too damn lazy to get off facebook and write for y'all. I'm from south US, don't you dare judge me about my vocab. I say that all the time. Also, freshman year ain't a piece of cake. Marching band isn't either, especially when your cousin is one of the directors. Sorry about the profound language up there. I'll start writing now, kay? Kay. Also, this chapter can be dedicated to my dearest fanfiction sister, Time-LadyMarader. Please go read her stories. On that note, Allons-y, dear readers!

I giggled, letting the ice cream drip slowly down my chin. This, I decided, was the best way to ever spend a birthday. With someone who loved you, and ice cream. My dad grinned at me, licking his tower of ice cream. He had about six scoops piled on top of one another, all pink.

"Those scoops are rose pink." I realized. Rose, I thought. Yes. But not now. Not at a perfect moment right now.

He grinned a bitter sweet smile, ice cream running down his chin. "Yes, so they are." Our waitress, Clara, came up to us. "More napkins?" She asked dryly.

I nodded, "Please." She walked away, shaking her head with a bemused smile on her face.

My dad just laughed, wiping it away with his hand, causing me to make a face. "You are so... unhygienic." I said, struggling for that word.

"Oi!" He protested, about to add more, but then, our waitress returned.

"Would you like anything else? For your dessert?"

"No no, just the check, thanks." The Doctor said. "Maybe a bowl." He added as an afterthought.

Clara sighed. "Okay, thanks." She quickly disappeared again.

"So... where to now?" The Doctor asked. "It is your birthday."

I sat back in my chair, relaxing. "Uhm... I don't know. Let's just go to the library to get some things done."

He nodded, getting what 'things' meant. "Thanks." He said, holding his hand out to Clara for the check before stuffing a few bills in it before handing it back to her.

"Are you leaving?" She asked.

I looked at her. "Uh, yeah. That's why he just, y'know. Paid. Hang on, dad." He turned. "I've got to go to the loo." Sorry if that insults anyone. Once more, I'm from the US, so I don't really know much about British culture.

When I came out, My dad was waiting outside the door. "Ready?"

"Absolutely. Actually, I have another idea of where to go."

He cocked his head at me, curiously. "Go on."

I grinned. "Is there a planet made of sugar?"

He looked a little frightened at the idea of me on sugar.

Okay there you go! A little fluff for y'all. Hoped you liked it. Next chapter they will be at the library. Sorry once again for the very late update, and the short chapter. As always, review and tell me what you think! Is this even worth continuing to y'all? You guys are lucky this wasn't just an author's note, as it was originally planned out to be.