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If she were currently able to, Zoe would probably make a conscious effort not to tamper with experimental projects from now on, having been suddenly de-aged by one that morning.
Jamie wasn't concerned about that. The Doctor had assured him that the machine was faulty and its effects were only temporary - a week, at the most. Looking after a bairn was nothing major, Jamie had handled far worse. He had only one complaint.
"I'll not be seen with you like that."
"Don't be silly, Jamie," said the Doctor, as he placed Zoe in the papoose around his body. "It's practical."