“Come play with us,” Athena requests – nay, commands. You disobey Athena at your peril.
One of the perks of a long lifetime is the feeling that you can afford to put other things off in favor of having a glittery tea party with your daughters. After all, they will be small for much less time than you will be old.
So the Doctor sits on the floor of the TARDIS control room and toasts to the Queen, and to Mummy, and to Brem.
“What about me?” he asks.
They consider the question, then graciously permit him a toast as well.
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