Even from this distance the colourful little sachets on the market stall smelled amazing, warm and spicy. They almost made Donna’s mouth water. Irresistibly drawn to them she moved closer, breathing in their fragrance. Maybe she could buy one to take home to her mum… No, she’d have to get two, so she could keep one herself, put it in her top drawer to scent her unmentionables.
She was just trying to decide what colours to get when the Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
“Oi! I was shopping!”
“You don’t want those; they’re alien aphrodisiacs,” he explained.