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“I can’t find my fucking hat,” Rose fumes, storming through their kitchen like a tornado.
The Doctor simply raises his eyebrows, sips his tea, and eyes the hot pink winter hat perched on his wife’s head.
“What?” Rose snaps, coming to stand in front of him. Lesser people than him would likely flinch at Rose’s threatening posture, eyes blazing and hands on hips, but quite familiar with the Tyler Look™, he’s not flustered.
Calmly returning his tea to the table, the Doctor stands and cups Rose’s face in his hands. He leans in and places the softest whisper of a kiss on her lips before reaching up and plucking the hat off her head. He holds it in front of him, not daring to crack even the faintest hint of a smile as Rose sighs and takes the item from his hand.
“Have a nice day, Rose,” he says, before kissing her cheek and sitting down to finish his morning cuppa.
Rose stalks to the door, stops, sighs loudly, and walks back to the Doctor. Without a word, she shoves the hat on his head, plants a fantastic kiss on his lips, and runs out the door.