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The last time they met, River thought she was the Rani, that irritating Time Lady with her petty experiments. Then that Time Lord that thought anachronisms were funny, the Monk. If River didn’t know who she was this time, she was going to grab her vortex manipulator and send River to Earth’s sun.
She kissed River, her hearts against River’s hearts. River kissed her back, a smile on her face. But she bit River’s nose for good measure.
“Hello, Missy,” River said. “Biting the nose was unnecessary.”
“Did you miss me?”
“No,” River said before going back for another kiss.