The Doctor put the pot down gently, and was very pleased to discover that the tea and pot were both just fine. He'd always been very good with chemistry and fragile equipment, but when it came down to things like fine china, teapots, and microporcessing laser refurbrishment units, he was absolutely rubbish at keeping them in one piece.
He turned to the woman teaching him this absolutely inane ceremony for an entertaining job he had absolutely no intention of actually performing.
"The point isn't for one to drink the tea, I'm afraid," she said, with a small, faintly rueful smile. "It's - well, it's meant as a gesture of hospitality, primarily. Besides, one doesn't take green tea with sugar."
She resists the urge to sniff prissily. It wouldn't do to offend the new stock, after all.
"Replace the spoon to the upper left corner of the tray," she added, doing so neatly before fixing her attention on her pupil.
The Doctor should be focusing on the tea, but instead he's suddenly become distracted, utterly caught up in something she just said.
"So, I spend the time making this tea, and nobody is really going to drink it," he says. Blimey, some human customs are utterly idiotic. It's nearly as bad as the whole business with reality television. Idiotic and pointless to the nth degree.
Noticing his distraction, Irene draws her hands back from the tray before her and sits back on her heels, shifting her attention from the lesson to the Doctor. No sense in trying to teach, for the moment, while he is otherwise occupied.
"That's the idea, yes. To be honest, I think it's rather counterproductive as well, but." She gives an elegant little shrug. "Different culture, different customs, I suppose."
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He turned to the woman teaching him this absolutely inane ceremony for an entertaining job he had absolutely no intention of actually performing.
"So do I ask for one lump or two at this point?"
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She resists the urge to sniff prissily. It wouldn't do to offend the new stock, after all.
"Replace the spoon to the upper left corner of the tray," she added, doing so neatly before fixing her attention on her pupil.
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"So, I spend the time making this tea, and nobody is really going to drink it," he says. Blimey, some human customs are utterly idiotic. It's nearly as bad as the whole business with reality television. Idiotic and pointless to the nth degree.
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"That's the idea, yes. To be honest, I think it's rather counterproductive as well, but." She gives an elegant little shrug. "Different culture, different customs, I suppose."
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