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“Doctor, I don't think you'd better,” Rose recommended, shivering out in the driveway after being called out of the house by the Doctor.
“Don't you think it’s festive?” He looked a bit hurt that those should be the first words out of her mouth upon seeing his creation.
“Well, yeah, but……” Rose trailed off, chewing her thumbnail pensively.
“But what?” he demanded, scowling.
“It's a bloody Torchwood car! I don't think Dad’ll go for it!” She couldn't believe that she was having this argument with him outside in the frosty morning air, before coffee. The least he could have done was show it to her through the front window.
“That's the beauty,” he argued. “No alien would ever suspect we were on the scene. It's like….holiday camouflage.” He gestured expansively to the black Torchwood issued car, now a little less inconspicuous with a red ball on the grille and antlers on the roof.
Rose crossed her arms, partly to keep herself warm and partly to stand her ground. “Blimey, it's too early for this. I think you better just take it off!”
He mirrored her position. “I never thought, of all people, you'd be a Grinch.”
Rose’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “I am not a Grinch! I am just as merry as anybody! And you know it! You need to take that off!”
The Doctor dug his key ring out of his pocket and delivered his final word on the subject, “No, I shan't. It's Christmas!”
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As it turned out, Pete did not object, and he thought it was brilliant. He ordered antlers and noses for most of the fleet.
This disgruntled the Doctor, however. “Well, now they'll see us coming a mile away,” he grumbled to Rose, who tried very hard to keep a straight face.