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[The Doctor is in a relatively good mood, and it may have something to do with the fact that he's got one of his companions with him. This companion is a fluffy black cat named Mortimer, who is currently lapping up a saucer of milk. The Doctor shakes his head as he watches him.]

Dunno how you can stand the stuff. All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Suppose it's a good thing we restocked the kitchen, though. 'Course, it's gonna have to be restocked every couple of weeks now that we've got so many mouths to feed. [He doesn't sound overly frustrated by this, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.] Remember when it was just you and me? Blimey, seems like forever ago... [he trails off, brooding for a moment. Then he turns his attention to Mortimer again, since the cat is demanding it by plopping down onto Nine's lap.]

Speaking of new companions, d'you think we ought to get another cat? Seems like you could use a feline friend, and maybe one who's mum won't try to claw me to death. No more domestics for me, thanks!

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...Fair point. [the kitty stays! And makes himself comfy on a table, once they reach the bar. Nine makes a beeline for the strongest stuff he can find.] You want anything?

[Braxiatel is somewhat exasperated by his own apparent inability to avoid alcoholics.] Whatever you want. [Braxiatel would rather pet the kitty.]

[Mortimer purrs happily, and the Doctor hands Brax a ginger beer, then downs his own] Don't get all annoyed, you dragged me here.

Did I? How stupid of me. [scratching under the kitty's neck]

[rolls his eyes, focusing on the beer for awhile. eventually, and quietly;] Thanks, Brax.

[gently] Nothing to thank me for, Thete.

[shakes his head] You listened.

And you spoke. How well-matched we are.

[Braxiatel contents himself with giving the cat attention, rather than risking inebriation or excessive sincerity.]

Besides, I've spent centuries learning how to ignore everything you say. This is your compensation.

[The Doctor laughs softly, and this time there is a bit of humour in it] Ever heard of overcompensating?

I have, actually. Is your sonic screwdriver working now?

[:|] Oi, that's not overcompensating.

Did I say it was? What a suspicious mind you have.

[sulks] You implied it.

If implications were grounds for allegations, the face of Gallifrey would be a very different one.

[eloquently] Shut up, Brax.

[Braxiatel - wait for it, wait for it - reaches out to ruffle what hair the Doctor has] Sulking has never been any good for catching the attention of human women, Thete.

[asdflkj. Have a glaaaare, Brax. Like a cat who just got petted the wrong way.] Stop that! And what've human women got to do with anything?

I don't know, but you certainly can't seem to get enough of them.

[frowns] I've only got one travelling with me at the mo'. ...'Course, Dorothy's not exactly human, technically speaking. Jack's human, but he's a 51st century bloke.

And Omega is Gallifreyan.

[the Doctor has another beer, and pretends Brax didn't just bring up Omega again] So's Straxus. Hasn't started travelling with me yet, though. [he sounds rather disappointed about that :(]

What is it with your interest in Straxus? He's a cut above the rest, I'll admit, and much improved since I knew him in the Capitol, but he's hardly the Gallifreyan I'd choose to run off with. Damon is a much better choice, if you have to start collecting them.