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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

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You should. 'Tis the season and all that.

I know you tend to forget that you're not human, but I don't.

You're the one who got married.

You did first.

Under Gallifreyan customs!

Yes, following the rules.

Why are you so upset, Doctor? Don't tell me you're ashamed of me for... mingling with the lesser species? Making an attatchment to one of them? Caring about a human? That would be terribly hypocritical of you and very, very Time Lord.

[he's not saying 'Time Lord' in a good way]

You care about her? Really?

Yes, really.

And you show her you care by hurting her.

What is with your obsession with her? And what do you know about the relationship I have with her? You're hardly privy to most of our time together. Your view is, as always, limited.

I'm not obsessed. I'm curious. It's one of my better traits.

Oh, is that what you want to call it? I was thinking of 'hamartia.'

[how right the Master is, but the Doctor's not going to say that]

Greek never did translate well through the TARDIS. But tragic flaw. Sin.

Never thought you'd be one to denote sin, Master. And curiosity isn't a sin. Wrath is, though. Might want to look into that the next time Lucy frustrates you.

'Fatal flaw,' actually. The thing that causes a tragic hero's downfall. And you've been nothing but tragic ever since you pushed the big red button and destroyed home sweet home.

[this protective streak is making the Master quite wary, but the Master is willing to see how the argument will move]

Don't be absurd, Master. I was irritating you with my tragic nature long before that.

[toys a bit with the scabbard, peeling at the leather binding on it]

You did a lot less moping before. Sulking, yes, whining, certainly, but not moping.

[smacks the Doctor's hand away from the scabbard] Stop that; you'll damage it.

I don't mope.

[doesn't like that much and bats at the Master's hand]

Oh, bother about your own gift.

You most certainly do.

[holds his hands up in a parody of surrender]

Oh, I don't celebrate Christmas, remember?

I don't think you spend enough time with me to be able to determine that.

Does that mean I can have it?

No.

Then take it.

No! I refuse.

Funny, never thought you'd be one to give up something that's clearly yours.

I'm not giving it up - I haven't accepted it in the first place. I don't see where you get off thinking that the things I don't want belong to you by default.

Where I get off?

I see you've been practicing crudeness since the last time we spoke.