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[thedreamer]

"Everyone has to make a living," he offers by way of explanation, holding her hand. "They're already deceased when they nab their limbs, at least."

[makemeasong]

That makes her relax again, though she isn't quick to let go. "That is a relief. Was worried one of us would wake up in a tub of ice with a kidney missing," Clara says with half a laugh.

"Make sure I don't try to buy anything with a body part involved, yeah?" she asks as they stop at a vendor.

[thedreamer]

"I would never let you lose a kidney. Well, not knowingly. And if you did lose one, I'd give you one of mine, so really, there's no need to worry at all," he says, as though that's all reassuring.

"Oh, this one - they have jewelry here made from stardust. Genuine stardust."

[makemeasong]

She's about to ask if he has more than two, but she's fascinated by the way the jewelry's made, and she reaches out, somehow pulled to one that's shaped like a small, delicate flower.

"Reminds me of my mum. She loved her garden. I tried to keep it after she died, but I'm rubbish." Clara smiles just a little, running her finger over the jewelry before looking at the vendor. "It's beautiful," she promises, but puts it back gently, clearing her throat and finally walking ahead of The Doctor, giving her a chance to get ahold of her sudden emotion over her mother.

[thedreamer]

He studies her for just a moment before catching up to her quickly. "It reminded you of her, but you didn't want it?" Perhaps it was too painful, maybe that's it.

[makemeasong]

Clara stops, turning to look up at him, trying to explain.

"It's like...seeing someone on the street that reminds you of someone you love and for a split second you're so happy," she says with a small smile. "But then you realize it isn't them, just you wishing they were there, or at least a part of them could be. That's how I feel about the necklace."

She shakes her head a little, looking down at the ring on her finger she'd once given away and he'd gotten back for her. "But it's not like this, something she wore that was her."

[thedreamer]

Through the years, he's lost so many people. Some of them, he wanted to remember, and he wanted every tangible reminder of them that he could find. For others, the loss of them was so painful that he couldn't bear the reminder. So, he mostly understands what she's saying.

"You don't want the reminder, you'd rather keep something that belonged to her, that she held, and that meant something to her," he reasons.

[makemeasong]

Clara smiles when he says it, nodding. "Right. Besides," she begins as she takes The Doctor's arm. "I'm already doing what she wanted more than anything in the world. All of this travel would have meant everything to her. Everywhere we go, it feels a bit like remembering her."

She isn't sure that she's ever said that aloud to him, but it does. To be able to fill her book with every adventure her mother never got to have makes Clara happy, not sad.

[thedreamer]

He smiles softly as he leans into her for a moment before asking, "Alright, then, what would your mother have wanted to do here? There are other traders, merchants. There's a cantina down that way with live music," he points. "And over there," he points to the left, "a swimming pool built into a cloud."

[makemeasong]

"Dunno about you, but I've had enough water for a while. And my mum did love good music," Clara says with a small grin.

"Come on, let's see if it's like Star Wars or not."

[thedreamer]

"Oh, if you insist," he grins back at her. It's certainly no hardship, he's looking forward to it. "We might run into a few friends of mine if we're lucky. Or...not, depending on the friend. I might have - well, you know. Time travel," he shrugs, tugging her hand to pull her along.

[makemeasong]

"Well, that sounds just about right," Clara says with a smirk, ducking into the cantina and looking around with a smile.

"It's like if Star Wars was made now, I love it," she tells him with a grin, hitting him on the chest with the back of her hand in delight.

[thedreamer]

He has a grin on his face, but it's the type of grin that says he knows more than she does and he's not willing to tell her. Yet. But he leads her to the bartop, where an assortment of so many creatures and people are all drinking and eating a variety of things.

"You think Star Wars is just a movie, don't you?"

[makemeasong]

Clara's looking around, but at his words, she looks right at him, mouth open.

"Shut up. It isn't. It is? It is? Why haven't we gone there then?!"

[thedreamer]

"Oh, there are many planets in that entire galaxy, Clara. It would take years to explore," he grins, sipping at a neon blue drink now. "And I'll have you know, I'm quite good friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi."

[makemeasong]

"No, you aren't. I don't believe you." Yes she does, and her eyes widen as she leans forward on her barstool, eyes wide with excitement.

"Have you met Princess Leia? Can I meet Princess Leia?"

Who cares about the men, honestly.

[thedreamer]

"Have I? We almost accidentally got married once," he grins. Is he telling the truth? It's always hard to tell with The Doctor.

[makemeasong]

She takes a sip of something very orange and bops her head along to the music as she grins.

"Does that mean you'd have to sneak me in to meet her?"

[thedreamer]

"It depends when we find her. Sometimes the time goes wrong and I have no control of it. It's all the TARDIS's fault," he explains with a little smirk.

[makemeasong]

"I think the TARDIS enjoys a bit of drama," Clara says with a grin before taking a sip of her drink.

"This alcohol is a bit stronger than Earth's, yeah?" And by 'a bit' she means, she's had a few sips and already she wouldn't mind getting out on a dance floor. "Few sips more and I'll be doing karaoke," she jokes, dimple showing.

[thedreamer]

"I hadn't noticed," he says sincerely. His metabolism is different than hers, of course, although he's capable of getting inebriated. "Though, I would like to see this karaoke. Go on, then. What'll you sing for us?" He bumps her shoulder playfully as he smiles.

[makemeasong]

"No! I don't know this planet's songs," she laughs, bumping his shoulder back. "If you take me to an Earth karaoke bar, then maybe. I'll need a few more of these first."

And so naturally, she downs the one in her hand and holds up one finger for another. "Also, that's not fair. You're going to sober while I'm singing my heart out for you."

[thedreamer]

"That's completely fair, Clara, otherwise how can I be a proper judge of your abilities?" He teases her fondly. "I have to be fully in my right mind. Or, near it. I'm not sure I'm ever in my right mind...how would I know exactly..." He trails off for a moment, getting lost in that thought.

[makemeasong]

"Oh, you aren't," she says, figuring drunk TARDIS driving might not be wise in any case.

"Alright then, plenty of time to tell me what your favorite Earth song is."

[thedreamer]

"Oh, now that's easy. Something by The Beatles. No, wait!" He sips at his drink, thinking a moment. "Ella Fitzgerald. I love all of her music. She was fun company, too," he grins.

Then, he smacks his hand down on the bar lightly, shaking his head. "No. What am I thinking? I know it. Of course. The very best song, my favorite of all time. Tell me you know it."

He gets up suddenly then, gently tugging her off her barstool and moving to twirl her around. Then, very terribly off-key, he sings, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog..."