[ While this incarnation of him doesn't seem to mind alcohol as much as his past lives, the Doctor still chooses to partake in food. His plate is stacked precariously and he's trying to get his way towards the outskirts of the crowd when he's unceremoniously stopped. The little sausage roll on the top of his plate teeters before toppling to the ground with a sad little plop. He stoops down to pick up the fallen warrior (five second rule, and a little dirt won't kill him, probably) and when he stands up he's scowling as he blows off whatever dirt there might be on it. ]
So are some people's manners too, apparently.
[ As if his own manners are pristine and anything to write home about. ]
Is celebrating, eating and drinking not a thing where you're from?
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So are some people's manners too, apparently.
[ As if his own manners are pristine and anything to write home about. ]
Is celebrating, eating and drinking not a thing where you're from?