"I've mentally knitted three jumpers and a balaclava."
I'm not at all sure what it says about me, but that's the line that had me spitting my coffee across the desk.
Dev
"Excuse me, Martha Jones, it's your filthy mind. You're the one with the hormonal overload."
She shrugged. "You're ovulating."
This is great! You almost made me spill my drink, laughing! Thank you for sharing it with us.
Heh. I'm tickled with this; nice to read a different aspect of you! (Not to mention our two heroes.) Your POV is still elegantly detached, but this time with a sardonic twist that's reflected in the verbal byplay.