Zucchini Zefir
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"What's this one?" Donna pointed at a large, purple parrot.
"It's a pastry," the Doctor broke off two feathers and handed one to her. "Very popular in 53rd century New Italy. Quite tasty, too."
Donna followed his example and bit off the end, sucking the clear custard inside of it into her mouth, then eating the crunchy, almost wafer-like, feather mold. She nodded and wiped her hands, "It is."
They walked further, past packed tables and colorful vendors, all advocating their own dessert, until they reached the TARDIS, standing inconspicuously near a wall. Donna and the bags of desserts they had gotten went inside first, and the Doctor, giving a final glance to the All-Planet Sweet Course Convention, followed.
Donna put the bags onto the couch in the living room, and sat next to them, waiting for the Doctor to take off his coat. When he, predictably dressed in Converse house slippers, emerged from his room, she had also changed into pajamas.
"What'd you get?" he asked, pointing at the five bags that she had filled.
Donna shrugged. "Don't really know. They looked good. And don't worry, they all said 'non-toxic to humans'."
"That's good," he nodded in approval upon examining the contents of the bags. "Oh, nice taste!"
"One problem," she grinned sheepishly. "I don't really know what half of them are."
"No time like the present to find out!" he grinned and reached blindly into a bag.
"What is it?" Donna peered at the orange sphere he held out between them.
"I think it's jell-o," he grinned and took another bite. "It is! New jell-o, shaped and improved!"
"It's . . . fruity," Donna grinned back. "I like it!"
"Do we have more of it?" he asked.
"I think so," Donna nodded. "But we also have . . . this . . . thing . . ."
She held aloft a cone of what looked like ice-cream. The Doctor tore off the tip and chewed it, "Cupcake."
"And this?"
"Dahlia."
"'Dahlia'?" Donna echoed. "That's a flower."
"They ground it up," he explained. "Add some . . . gelatiney thing. It's squishy, I think. I went to a Dahlia factory once, a few years ago. Smelled like pure sweet!"
"I'd imagine," she agreed. "And that one?"
"Hmm," he took the swirled dessert and closely examined it through squinted eyes. "I think it's zefir."
"Zefir?" Donna moved closer to the sweet. "Where's it from?"
"Russia," he handed half of it to her. "This one's from about the 24th century, but it exists in your time, too. Most popular flavors are vanilla and strawberry. This one's . . ."
"Zucchini," she finished, wiping her mouth on a napkin.
So . . . alphabet round number three? Please let me know!