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“It’s been a year since we met,” Rose starts, holding out the box to him, “thought I ought to get you a gift or something.”
Ten quirks his head to the side. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know. But I wanted to, so go on, open it.”
Intrigued, Ten tears into the wrapping paper. Inside is a bobblehead of a Yorkshire Terrier.
Rose grins. “For the TARDIS.”
Without a word, Ten walks over to the centre console and plants the figurine right in the middle of one of the panels. Proud, he looks back at Rose, smile wide. “It’s perfect.”