The Doctor stumbled onto Donna one evening at the kitchen table , painting her nails a deep red colour, the smell of the nail polish had made him follow his nose. Donna was flapping her hand as he wandered in.
' What are you doing ? ' The Doctor asked curiously.
' Waiting for my nails to dry, so I can paint the other hand'
' I can, you know, always paint it for you' The Doctor offered sheepishly . Donna widened her eyes, possibly shocked.
' You ?'
' Yes me'
' You can't paint nails'
' Who said I can't?'
Donna handed over the bottle of nailpolish to him. He took it from her, unscrewing the top.
' I must be stupid , but I'll allow it. Go for it TimeBoy, surprise me' The Doctor started applying the polish, concentrating . Donna spoke up.
' That's too much polish! I don't need a big gloop ! Take some off!' The Doctor tried again, this time a lot less. He stroked the colour on her nails, Donna giving advice along the way.
She held up her hands, comparing them. One was done perfectly, the other one was inconsitant. She took the Doctors hand, squeezing it.
' Doctor , you may be a Time Lord, who can fight aliens, and defend galaxies , but, you'll never make a manicurist'