October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
'You would.' Tobi scoffs, though her expression is altogether adoring and cheerful. Even if she's the only one enjoying this assault of riddles, the doctor is more than happy to give herself over to selfishness. It's what she's been trying to teach Finn, after all.
'Yes. But where's the pun in that?" Tobi grins, exquisitely pleased with herself for this intermittent wordplay. Her delight makes her cheeks round and rosy, and her dark eyes sparkle beneath her thick bangs. Hiding her mischievous smile behind her glass, Tobi helps herself to another sip of her drink as she leaves Finn to ponder.
Go on, mr. clever. What kind of time would a clock eat?
'Yes. But where's the pun in that?" Tobi grins, exquisitely pleased with herself for this intermittent wordplay. Her delight makes her cheeks round and rosy, and her dark eyes sparkle beneath her thick bangs. Hiding her mischievous smile behind her glass, Tobi helps herself to another sip of her drink as she leaves Finn to ponder.
Go on, mr. clever. What kind of time would a clock eat?
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
