It was all so surreal. Never mind the 24/7 Renaissance faire; it was them. Just him and her - Shiver and Shake, The Stuff of Legends, before he'd ever even called them that. Sometimes she forgot, but today, among the roasted pigs with apples in their mouths and the gowns that felt like a ton and the quaint minstrel-led music, she felt it in a whole new way. It was them. Them.
Rose hadn't stopped smiling since they'd walked in.
"Definitely mingle," she said. "The domestic approach, right?"
He hadn't said that, yet, either, had he? She was still not certain if it was an insult or not, but she remembered his Elvis hair and her pink poodle skirt with fondness, even if she did lose her face in the process. It was never safe traveling with the Doctor.
Then, who needed safety when you could actually see what was out there? One of the horrors of having been left in Pete's World wasn't just that she'd lost her chance to travel with him. She'd also lost her chance to travel with him. It was true, what they all said. Traveling changes you. For the better, Rose thought.
"Hey, there's Samzekiel," she whispered, jerking her eyes over to the right, where the tall young man was talking with a very much shorter young lady. "We should try to find his Dean before he does! Think he's here?"