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The Doctor was fiddling with the TARDIS again, and Rose was reading a magazine, sitting on the floor, about six feet away from the Doctor.

The Doctor shrugged. "I suppose I can't tamper with you anymore, old girl," He grinned.

Rose laughed.

The Doctor spun around. "Are you laughing at me?" He asked, still grinning.

"Absolutely not," Rose said, twisting her face so she would appear that she wasn't, but she really couldn't stop herself, because holding it in was just making it funnier. And, oh, if the Doctor could've seen his hair now...

The Doctor grinned. "Oh, and I was gonna take you to The Moulin Rouge, 1899."

"You what?" Rose said, jumping up. Her eyes were wide, very wide. "The Moulin Rouge?"

"In it's prime, yes, I was, but there you are, laughing at me."

"It's your hair."

"What about my hair, Rose?"

Rose tilted her head, and grinned. "Well, it's messy..."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Not falling for that one again." He creased his brow, and thought long and hard a moment. The he sighed. "Oh, well, I suppose we could go anyway..."

"You're kidding!"

"No," He said, slightly taken aback, "Rose, I am not."

Rose narrowed her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." He said, face devoid of emotion, and then he grinned. "Get dressed, we're going to the Moulin!"

Rose's grin matched his, and she darted off to the wardrobe.

The Doctor's grin didn't go away. "This should be interesting," He said to himself.

The TARDIS seemed to hum her approval.