Call me Fred.
How d'you do, pleased to meet ya, charmed to make your acquaintance, and all other such pleasantries. I'm Romanadvoratrelundar, and if you think that a bit too difficult, I insist you call me Fred. I suppose this is the part where I could say I'm the last of the Time Ladies, but why bother with all that melodrama? I'd rather move past it, and besides—he pulls it off ever so well on his own, I should think.
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runrosetyler Asks:
voratrelundar Said:
Well, he wasn’t exactly young when I first met him, you understand, Rose. At least partially through his seventh century, though he wouldn’t admit he’d lost track of his precise age, so I suppose he was younger. but yes, fun stories. Well, there was the holiday to Paris, ended up leaving “this is a fake” scrawled beneath the Mona Lisa. Loads of fun. Oh, and the time we went to the beach during completely the wrong season, and K9’s water defenses failed, which wasn’t exactly fun, no, so nevermind that one. But I suppose my favourite was punting along the Thames, discussing Newton and such before everything went all wrong. That was very nice indeed.
…That wasn’t quite what you were asking for, was it? I’m sorry, Rose.
