“So Ace, how do I look?”
The Doctor emerged from the TARDIS’ extensive wardrobe, before walking over to the console and leaning against it with a smirk. He watched as a single eyebrow rose towards her hairline.
“Personally, I think you look like a right plonker, Professor,” she replied, giving his arm a light punch. “Where did you even get that?”
“I’ve been around!” he laughed, knowing that his plan to wind her up had succeeded. “Face it, I’m not as uncool as you think I am.”
“Nah, you’re cool.” Ace gave him a warm hug, instantly forgiving the Doctor for teasing her, just like he knew she would. “But change your clothes, yeah? It’s just naff.”
“Alright then, if you insist.”
The Doctor tapped Ace on the nose and she rolled her eyes.