Resting on his mailbox is a multicoloured rose, tied to a box of chocolates from a foreign planet, along with a note. "It's terrible of me to give into this holiday, but I thought you might enjoy them. I promise dinner later on. Happy Valentine's Day xo."
It's cute, and it's appreciated, though the Master's not going to admit that to anyone. And it is terrible of her to give in, but hey. When in Rome.
He heads inside to start baking. If she's going to give in, so is he.














