Have done with sorrow; I'll bring you plums to-morrow (open to whoneverwas)

[antitimelord]

With a distinctly disapproving wheeze, a TARDIS materialises, its door drifting ajar. Anyone daring to look inside would be greeted by a scene of utter chaos, even compared to its usual state: everywhere are things piled precariously, books obviously having doubled as serving plates, bowls with teabags still sitting in them, some kind of machinery

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[whoneverwas]

"Are we going somewhere?"

No one would be able to pinpoint a source of the voice amongst the chaos, but soon Charley peeks her head over what may be an elaborate pillow fort. (But then again, it's so very hard to tell what purpose most of the things here serve -- perhaps it is something else entirely.) She heads out, side-stepping piles of debris with the ease of someone who's grown quite accustomed to their particular patterns.

Out the door at last, she takes Zagreus' arm and smiles up at him.

"So, where are we this time?" Her voice is practically overflowing with delight.

[antitimelord]

Zagreus grins, surveying the surroundings with vague curiousity. It seems to be a somewhat touristy area of a town, right at the time between lunch and sunset rushes. As to when and where, more cosmically, they might be--

"Well, I had thought we might go for ice cream. It's not really a specific setting for a ship, ice cream, but I suspect we'll have done alright. Anyway, isn't it more fun not knowing exactly?"

[whoneverwas]

"Well..." She remarks, hesitantly. "Surprises certainly can be fun."

A pause as she glances away from him to take in their surroundings.

"And so long as it isn't any terribly strange alien ice cream that does not actually resemble ice cream..."

Don't laugh. Charley speaks from experience.

"Though I must admit... so far this does look promising."

She tilts her head to smile up at him again, all good cheer.

[antitimelord]

Zagreus returns her good cheer in kind with a somewhat daft smile. Still, for all its seeming barminess, his words are more than a little sly.

"Of course it does, Charley. Would I have led you astray?"

So saying, he ushers her into a rather deliberately old-fashioned ice cream shop, with high-backed boothes along either wall and absurdly high tables (with equally absurd stools to match) occupying the middle. The decor is rather dominated with pinks and blues and checked patterns, giving off an aura of somewhat-manic cheer. The range of flavours and mix-ins is quite extensive, and it would take both creativity and a little madness to pose the clerk a stumping order.

"You see? Nothing more alien than fish-shaped candies with a rather alarmingly high mineral oil content. Which...come to think of it, I believe those are actually of extra-terrestrial origin. But quite inoffensive, all the same."