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[timewill_tell]

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS with a satisfied look upon his face, taking a deep, appreciative breath as pleasant sounds began pervading his eardrums. Hooking his umbrella on his arm, the Doctor glanced down the avenues on both sides of him, ultimately pointing a finger forward as he looked at Ace

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Ace followed the line of the Professor's finger, and grinned. Though there was music all around them it was loudest in that direction. Dixieland jazz, doughnuts, and a warm spring day with nothing more to worry about than the prospect of dancing with the Professor. She was looking forward to today.

"Lead on, McDuff."

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His brolly still secure on his arm, the Doctor strolled casually down the avenue, his chin slightly raised as a pleased expression spread across his face.

As they came upon the Cafe, the Doctor threw an aside at Ace, "Forty-seven paces. I must be slipping."

He went to the counter, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply in and out, absorbing the aroma.

"Well, Ace, I believe I've intuited what you want. Fetch us a table, won't you?" He was about to turn his attention to the staff, hooking his arms behind his back, but quickly called to his companion, "Nearly forgot -- did you want coffee, Ace?"

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"Is the Pope Catholic?" Ace asked as she surveyed the crowded room. For a place that didn't sell much besides donughts and coffee it was doing brisk business.

"Wait, don't answer that." It was always possible that he would come back at her with a lengthy explanation, and the smell of fried dough was making her hungry. "Yeah, I'll take a coffee. And don't forget the powdered sugar."

There didn't seem to be any empty tables, but she noticed that a man in the far corner was neatly stacking his napkin, plate and cup into a pile. He was still sitting down when she worked her way through the maze of table, but after thirty seconds of standing to one side looking pointedly at the tabletop he seemed to get the point.

"Thanks mate," Ace said as she sat in one of the chairs and stretched out her legs.

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Making use of his idle time, the Doctor had been casually surveying the various patrons as he awaited his order. Of course, he would intermittently stare or smile, or do any number of things which might unnerve most people when a strange man silently studies you. Soon enough, however, he received the coffees and beignets and moved towards Ace, having spotted her moments ago.

"I do love a bustling cafe, the opportunity to observe humans when they're far more at ease. It's been a rarity of late."

Without much thought to the matter, he sat in the chair next to Ace, rather than across from her. His arm stretched around her for the bowl of sugar, and he heaped a generous amount into his coffee.

"Well, tuck in, Ace. I expect you'll need the energy if we're to spend a reasonable amount of time dancing," his eyes twinkled.