"He doesn't care about tea," said Handy with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Give him something hot with a flavor and he'll drink it."

He chuckles, coming close enough to talk but positioning himself so he can watch Märet pigging out on hors d'ouvres. "Forget the smell, imagine washing a three-quarters Time Lord who doesn't want to be washed. He gets in these moods - especially when he's been eating things he knows he shouldn't."