“Oh my goodness, your hair,” Romana gasped. “All floppy and in your eyes. How cute. Did you dye it?”
“No, it was just black,” said the Doctor, trying to get the picture back from her.
“Aww, and you were in a little band with your friends.”
“I was older than you are now,” he muttered. “Don’t be condescending.”
“I’m not, I think it’s sweet.”
“I can probably still play the recorder,” he mused.
He performed a series of gestures that she recognized as prelude to an exhaustive pocket search. She interrupted him, laughing: “I thought it was just a phase?”