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Andred has never had anything quite like this Jelly Baby the Lord President of the High Council of the Time Lords has seen fit to bestow upon him. It is entirely unlike any substance consumed by the civilized, cultured Time Lords of Gallifrey--he does not have words for its flavor and texture (and the slight, nearly fizzy sensation of temporal inconsistency). This old Earth delicacy speaks of infinite possibilities and change--things that Gallifrey will never, can never, offer. Things he now thinks he might want. Things he might find in that strange woman who is not a savage.