Only he's not talking about the shoe tree. Watching Eva light up at the sight of the tree is worth the killer library and the Most Boring Forest Ever: he can't help but smile himself when Eva laughs and moves closer to investigate the shoe tree. The Doctor loops around the tree a few times, hands rubbing together as he bobs his way around its trunk like a bowtie wearing pigeon, right up until he comes to a stop next to Eva and cranes his neck.
"It is, isn't it?" The Doctor can't imagine where it came from. He sounds proud anyway. It's almost worth the near-death experience to see Eva's expression.
Despite those deep scars carved her face, the Doctor thinks Eva's remarkably pretty.
He busies himself by poking at the tree, reaching up to pull down an oxford with spats on them. They're not quite as shiny as they should be. Scratches scuff the surface and he's sure they're several sizes too big for both Eva and himself. A drop of frosty dew rolls off the oxford's tongue as he lets it go. To him, it's normally just a tree with shoes instead of proper leaves. That's it, really. Easy enough to wrap your mind around. But trying to see it the way Eva and all his human friends see it, and suddenly he thinks he can understand why it's just so amazing. It's new all over again. Hiding his smile now, the Doctor waves for Eva to take whatever she needs from the tree.
"Get yourself sorted. I'm going to pop out." The Doctor buttons his tweed jacket against the very slight chill. "I'm a very good scout! Scouting and scouting around and scout-y things. Back in a mo."
The Doctor straightens his jacket with a flourish. As luck would have it, there's a fallen log near Eva, practically inviting someone, anyone, to have a sit. It looks like it hasn't gotten much more action than the dumbwaiter back there. The Doctor picks a direction and heads deeper into the forest, until soon enough his footsteps crunching against the needles and twigs fades off into that same peacefully dull silence as before. There's no way the library could get here without Eva hearing it come first.
I figure we're getting close to Eleven getting tree napped for Victoria?
Only he's not talking about the shoe tree. Watching Eva light up at the sight of the tree is worth the killer library and the Most Boring Forest Ever: he can't help but smile himself when Eva laughs and moves closer to investigate the shoe tree. The Doctor loops around the tree a few times, hands rubbing together as he bobs his way around its trunk like a bowtie wearing pigeon, right up until he comes to a stop next to Eva and cranes his neck.
"It is, isn't it?" The Doctor can't imagine where it came from. He sounds proud anyway. It's almost worth the near-death experience to see Eva's expression.
Despite those deep scars carved her face, the Doctor thinks Eva's remarkably pretty.
He busies himself by poking at the tree, reaching up to pull down an oxford with spats on them. They're not quite as shiny as they should be. Scratches scuff the surface and he's sure they're several sizes too big for both Eva and himself. A drop of frosty dew rolls off the oxford's tongue as he lets it go. To him, it's normally just a tree with shoes instead of proper leaves. That's it, really. Easy enough to wrap your mind around. But trying to see it the way Eva and all his human friends see it, and suddenly he thinks he can understand why it's just so amazing. It's new all over again. Hiding his smile now, the Doctor waves for Eva to take whatever she needs from the tree.
"Get yourself sorted. I'm going to pop out." The Doctor buttons his tweed jacket against the very slight chill. "I'm a very good scout! Scouting and scouting around and scout-y things. Back in a mo."
The Doctor straightens his jacket with a flourish. As luck would have it, there's a fallen log near Eva, practically inviting someone, anyone, to have a sit. It looks like it hasn't gotten much more action than the dumbwaiter back there. The Doctor picks a direction and heads deeper into the forest, until soon enough his footsteps crunching against the needles and twigs fades off into that same peacefully dull silence as before. There's no way the library could get here without Eva hearing it come first.