"The Brigadier's tastes are of no interest to me," the Master snorted. "But yes, comparatively." He didn't realize the wistfulness in his tone. "You're practically a childhood playmate from my point of view. The nostalgia is a bit disorienting."


The Master was one of her more amusing customers, and La Fee Verte had been listening idly. She sauntered up to their booth with a bottle and a glass. "" she said to the Doctor, setting it down next to the elaborate hookah in the center of the table. ""

"You do know your clientele, my dear," the Master said with a smirk. As she strolled off, the Master leaned in close to the Doctor. "And she takes pride in getting them plastered."