" You did it! You actually, properly did it! "
And though the long requested tiny, tropical island clearly had not been the Doctor's intended destination this round, as he'd just what - ed at his screen some, made a few incoherent noises, and then had called for ' donnaaAAAA ?! ' to come back --
she'd been off anyway.
He'd already promised her a trip to beach right before they'd been of the Library instead. She wasn't gonna take chances and have him land her in some boring old bookstore instead now -- not before she'd gotten some proper time to tan.
A particularly low hanging branch provided a good point of recognition, so Donna tossed off the warmest of her clothes there, shoes inclusive, rolled up the legs of her pants, and took to wading her feet in the water some at the shallow of the shoreline.
In her pockets chimed small change. Languidly, she fingered it, attempting to decide the communal value of the coins by the size of them. Would they accept foreign money here? She had not a clue where he had landed them this time, but it looked very little like Britain.
Would be nice if she could spend her spare quid on some ice cream, though. Simple popsicles, maybe -- didn't feel like a lot. Two of them, in that case, one for her, and one for the lukeblooded alien that needed to be warmed up to these temperatures, apparently.
Well, could give it a shot.