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Fitz curled in on himself. He was giggling quietly. The Doctor stood over him, caught somewhere between worry, exasperation, and even a tiny bit of amusement, though he knew he should not find the situation funny at all.
"Fitz," he said, "Fitz, listen to me very carefully. You've been--well, let's just say, you should not have inhaled the pollen from that flower, alright? It has slightly hallucinogenic and mood-altering properties on humans. As you're no doubt already aware..."
"Mood-altering," Fitz giggled. "Groovy."
"Fitz." The Doctor knelt next to his friend, mildly grateful that none of the locals were around to see Fitz make a complete and utter ass out of himself. They would have found it the height of offense, even after the Doctor explained Fitz's biology. "Fitz, I'm going to take you back to the TARDIS and you're going to sleep off the effects. Alright? How does that sound?"
Fitz wrapped his arms around the Doctor and laid his head on the Doctor's shoulder. "I like your coat," he said. "It's always so soft."
"You've often expressed an appreciation for the velvet, yes," the Doctor was infinitely patient. "Would you please let go of me so we can stand up and go back to the TARDIS?"
"Mood-altering," Fitz repeated. He started mouthing at the Doctor's neck. "Not all that mood-altering."
"Fitz," the Doctor sighed. "I'd really rather you waited to do that for another five minutes. Just until we get back, alright?"
"Oh, come on, Doctor," Fitz sounded husky. "Don't you know your sci-fi? Alien sex pollen is *all* the rage."