A/N: Hello again! Here's the next bit! And because I'm in a really good mood, I'm going to give you a hint at the next word. Okay, it starts with 'ex' and ends with 'ion.' : ) Enjoy this chapter! Let me know what you think!

17: Nail Polish- varnish for fingernails; a fast-drying colored or transparent lacquer used to decorate fingernails or toenails

The Doctor got up out of bed and walked over to the dresser he shared with his wife. He kept most of his clothes in the wardrobe, but a few were placed in the bedroom for changing in the morning. River was sitting on her side of the bed with a book in hand. Her husband busied himself with dressing and, when only one signature article of clothing was left missing, opened a dresser drawer. He immediately froze and let out a gasp.

"River!" he exclaimed breathily. "What's all this?"

She looked up from her book, a look of innocence playing at her beautiful features. "Well, it's nail polish," she said sweetly.

He looked back down at the drawer. There were rows upon rows of nail polish fit neatly inside, most red, but some clear or other various colors. He knew he was sharing the dresser with his wife; it had been his idea after all, but not this drawer, never this drawer. This drawer was his, his special cabinet for his most sacred bow ties. His favorite ones would be organized into perfectly stationed piles inside just the one drawer, always impeccably in place and never bent or crumpled. They were there because he either wore them the most often or found some special value in them; that way he would never have to search for them through the wardrobe. But as he stared down at his drawer, the one drawer he never let anyone touch, he found them missing. And, in their place, was nail polish. Nail polish. River's nail polish.

"Nail polish. You put your nail polish in my bow tie drawer." He looked up at her again, and there was a pause. "Why?"

"My drawers are for clothes only. I couldn't put them there."

"We do have a bathroom, you know. There are drawers in there."

"I know. I wanted to see your reaction."

Another pause. "Where are my bow ties?" He said it calmly after blinking once, his tone with an edge of desperation.

River's innocent wide eyes turned into a mischievous smirk. "Oh, nowhere."

"River!" He gave her a look of warning.

"Doctor," she replied, enjoying the situation quite a lot. Then she sighed. "Fine. If you must know, they happen to be in the wardrobe with the rest of your bow ties."

"The rest… but River! You know I love those bow ties the most! They were put here for easy access and now I have to gather and organize them all over again!" He was near whining.

"Yes I know, dear, but I needed room for my nail polish."

"No. Your nail polish goes in the bathroom. It's right there, you can bear to walk ten extra feet! Now you can help me bring my bow ties back."

She laughed. "I think not. I will move my nail polish but you can move the bow ties."

He looked at her with a look equivalent of 'That is so not fair,' causing her to laugh more.

"How about I make up for it with a kiss?" she asked.

He perked up immediately. She knew that would work.

"Okay," he said, and ran to get his kiss before retrieving his missing bow ties.