Donna loved this, there was nothing more fun than poking around alien bazaars, seeing what weird stuff the stallholders might have on sale. Dozens of races frequented places like this, both buying and selling wares from hundreds of worlds. You really never knew what you might come across. At the Doctor’s urging she’d already sampled several different fruits and some sweet, sticky cakes.
She paused at one stall as something caught her eye.
“Very rare,” the stallholder said. “Lucky talisman!”
She turned it over, saw ‘sterling silver’ stamped on the back. “Sorry, mate; not a lucky anything. It’s a tablespoon.”