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"I think I got everything," Juliet said. "There's nail polish to fix your – wand – "
"It's not a wand, it's a screwdriver," the Doctor told her. "See? It makes little sonic noises and everything." He made what Juliet assumed were supposed to be "sonic noises".
"Right. Nail polish is for screwdrivers. Silly me. Gauze for – " she waved at the console, because she couldn't quite bring herself to say "time machine" – "that, and the Hershey's for – actually, what were the kisses for?"
The Doctor blinked. "I just had a craving."
Juliet wondered what she was getting herself into this time.
