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The TARDIS landed on a beach. The water in the ocean was the consistency of toothpaste but the white sand of the beach was familiar enough, and Rose spread out a towel and basked in the sun and enjoyed the relative calm.
“Having fun?”
Rose squinted up at the Doctor. “Yes. You didn’t say you were taking us to a beach planet.”
“No, I said a gumdrop planet. Which this is. The sand is sugar.”
“The sand is sugar?”
“Didn’t you taste it?”
“Why would I taste the sand? If the sand is sugar, what’s the ocean?”
“Frosting, of course.”
“Having fun?”
Rose squinted up at the Doctor. “Yes. You didn’t say you were taking us to a beach planet.”
“No, I said a gumdrop planet. Which this is. The sand is sugar.”
“The sand is sugar?”
“Didn’t you taste it?”
“Why would I taste the sand? If the sand is sugar, what’s the ocean?”
“Frosting, of course.”
