And he lost her. Again. Sometimes, she wondered if she just tugged the swirly tie around his neck and pull him over toward her to lock lips, then maybe he'd shut up?
Somehow she had a vision of him only rambling more about the ingredients in her lip gloss.
"Can't see you in a house, Doctor!" She quipped, walking in his stride. "Oh! But with a house an' a wife--well, what do you think our honey moon would be? Being chased by cybermen? I'd suggest asking Torchwood along for back-up, but Jack's trousers would disappear the minuet he heard the word honeymoon." Because Rose had inkling that normal would always involve some sort of hijinx--it was just how his life worked. Not that she minded.