He chuckled and took a sip of his tea. “Like I said, the face-thief. And at least I won’t get scared off by insanity, aye?”
“Like I said, technically you’re the thief.” She nodded in his direction, “And that’s a good thing. A great goal of mine is to not scare off people around me.” She shrugged and laughed, then raised her cup between them, “To the new year, new people, and Time Lords?” A soft giggle bubbled from her.
“It’s still my face in the mirror,” he repeated, grinning, and raised his cup to meet hers. “To the new year, new people, and aliens!”
“Maybeit’sjusthisfaceonyourhead, thief.” She spoke quickly after they toasted and busied herself with drinking from her cup, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
He stopped with the cup raised half-way to his lips, staring at her in amusement. “Or my face on his,” he said before drinking.
She shrugged before running a hand through her hair. “If that’s what you want to believe, Donny boy..”
“That’s precisely what I want to believe, as a matter of fact.”