#firstnamethe

Trick question, Professor. See, the pizza’s not the alien – that’s just… well… pizza. The alien’s in the spaceship, it just needs a bit of a nibble is all. Knicked a slice with its tractor beam thingy. I mean… that’s what I would if I had a spaceship. 

Clara: Hey.

[ a beat ]

Clara: Blanket hog.

[ another ]

Clara: I have a favour to ask, but you have to agree before you know the terms.

[ a pause ]

Clara: There's a meal in it for you.

[ another ]

Clara: Meals, actually. I'm making.

Clara: I just want you to know, if I die (which I suspect is an inevitability if this flu thing has its way) I want /you/ to have my tea collection.

[ a few minutes later ]

Clara: Just realized you probably only use your mobile for emergencies.

Clara: And certainly not texting.

Clara: Which basically means I'm talking to myself.

Clara: Great.