And what, may I ask, lead to such a bout of fitful inspiration? The thought always counts. Yes, I believe so. Both Lady and I are well, we thank you. The weather here is much as it was in the lands of my birth. While some freeze and others chatter, we have found ourselves quite comfortable.
You, of course. [ Peter no. ] I still have my coat, and it does its job well. New York gets pretty cold, too, in the winter. I don't doubt you have it worse, though. Are you all right without a coat?
Your words will inspire to make maids blush, if you aren't mindful, Peter Parker. Or had that been your plan all along? To lull me with the promises of verses, only to wring pink cheeks from me once I've been snared. How dreadfully cunning!
It would be a lie to say I would not be better served by a cloak. But the weather here is near to springtime in the North, so I shan't complain. There are others that groan and bemoan their circumstance, but I find it all quite lovely.
Might I ask after home? Did your time away serve you well?
Better be more careful in the future then. Might keep up the cunning, though. I need that sometimes.
Well, if you ever want a flimsy hoodie, I'm your guy. My under amour takes the edge off, so I don't really need it. I kind of like the cold, too. Like you said, it reminds me of home.
Which, incidentally, I only saw briefly. My aunt was all right, and that's what matters, so it was nice for me, anyway. How was your new home?
Be mindful, but not too mindful. I would happily spare the occasional blush if it meant your words in my pocket.
Under armor, you say. Peter, are you some secret knight, wearing mail beneath all of your modern clothes?
I passed a month living in a blue box which, as the Doctor is very fond of saying, is far larger on the inside. In truth, it was like a castle with room upon room. Only it moved from place to place and time to time. It was exciting.
[ and now he blushes, tucking his head down like always. ]
It's only armour against the cold, nothing more dangerous. You know me. Not the knight type, more of a tagalong. The real heroes do their thing and I take pictures of it.
Man, I'm ridiculously jealous. It sounds like the ultimate puzzle. I'd probably just get lost, though.
You do yourself great injustice, Peter Parker. You are far more clever than you present yourself to be, and it is cleverness that saw us freed from our last prison. Do not think me so easily fooled by your modesty? I see far more than you think I do.
And I've no doubt you would find yourself at home in the TARDIS. You would get lost but find yourself again, with time. That is what I see when I look at you.
[ Mr. Gold had said something about Alayne's heart, about how it was good despite all of her lies. That, if she wanted to, she could hold the whole world in her hands if it weren't for her pure heart. ]
[ That's a difficult question for someone who has trouble with word selection and phrasing. ]
It's nice. You're nice. You're thoughtful and perceptive. You notice things that other people don't, but you don't indulge people's insecurities, even if you're teasing.
My uncle told me that my dad believed, well, he thought that if you can do good, you should. If you have the power to help or say something kind, it's your responsibility to do so.
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The thought always counts. Yes, I believe so.
Both Lady and I are well, we thank you.
The weather here is much as it was in the lands of my birth.
While some freeze and others chatter, we have found ourselves quite comfortable.
Oh Peter, will you catch a chill?
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I still have my coat, and it does its job well. New York gets pretty cold, too, in the winter. I don't doubt you have it worse, though.
Are you all right without a coat?
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Your words will inspire to make maids blush, if you aren't mindful, Peter Parker.
Or had that been your plan all along?
To lull me with the promises of verses, only to wring pink cheeks from me once I've been snared.
How dreadfully cunning!
It would be a lie to say I would not be better served by a cloak.
But the weather here is near to springtime in the North, so I shan't complain.
There are others that groan and bemoan their circumstance, but I find it all quite lovely.
Might I ask after home?
Did your time away serve you well?
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Might keep up the cunning, though. I need that sometimes.
Well, if you ever want a flimsy hoodie, I'm your guy. My under amour takes the edge off, so I don't really need it. I kind of like the cold, too. Like you said, it reminds me of home.
Which, incidentally, I only saw briefly. My aunt was all right, and that's what matters, so it was nice for me, anyway.
How was your new home?
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I would happily spare the occasional blush if it meant your words in my pocket.
Under armor, you say.
Peter, are you some secret knight, wearing mail beneath all of your modern clothes?
I passed a month living in a blue box which, as the Doctor is very fond of saying, is far larger on the inside.
In truth, it was like a castle with room upon room.
Only it moved from place to place and time to time.
It was exciting.
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It's only armour against the cold, nothing more dangerous. You know me. Not the knight type, more of a tagalong. The real heroes do their thing and I take pictures of it.
Man, I'm ridiculously jealous. It sounds like the ultimate puzzle.
I'd probably just get lost, though.
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You are far more clever than you present yourself to be, and it is cleverness that saw us freed from our last prison.
Do not think me so easily fooled by your modesty?
I see far more than you think I do.
And I've no doubt you would find yourself at home in the TARDIS.
You would get lost but find yourself again, with time.
That is what I see when I look at you.
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Thank you.
It means a lot that you think that.
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I only hold a mirror to what you offer, so that you may see it yourself.
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Pretty sure your kind heart plays into it, too.
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What precisely about my heart?
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It's nice. You're nice. You're thoughtful and perceptive. You notice things that other people don't, but you don't indulge people's insecurities, even if you're teasing.
My uncle told me that my dad believed, well, he thought that if you can do good, you should. If you have the power to help or say something kind, it's your responsibility to do so.
And that's how you are. You're a good friend.
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Sooorry if I took that too seriously.
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Now who is being kind and a good friend?
I will not insult such lovely sentiment by thinking it mere flattery, Peter, thank you.
It is my hope that I shall continue not to disappoint.