The Alchemist knows that Time has consequences. Now having Regenerated with her Bondmate, the Doctor, both Time Lords have to confront the repercussions of Rose Tyler's actions. The question is, when will that payment fully come due? They received o...
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Three Days to Bondmas: Arcadia – True Dining Restaurant
"Welcome to True Dining. My name is Avrin, and I'll be your waiter this evening. Have you had a chance to decide on your drinks?" the Arcadian man asks, his tone polite and measured.
The Doctor nods, glancing up, "I'll have your True Burgundy, thank you."
Avrin turns his attention to the Alchemist, "And you, ma'am?"
She smiles softly, "The Merlot, if you would."
"True Merlot?" he clarifies.
She nods, and Avrin inputs their selections into his sleek wrist device before gliding away, shutting the door behind him.
The Doctor leans back, his menu held just below his chin, "What do you think makes it 'True'?"
The Alchemist shrugs, "Perhaps one isn't entirely natural? Or maybe it's a blend of something artificial?"
"That would track," he replies, his eyes flicking back to the menu, "What are you thinking? The Vulajoren risotto with New Earth vegetables and langostino sounds intriguing."
She hums appreciatively, scanning the options, "Mm... Arcron oxo-algae and cheese pasta."
The Doctor lowers his menu slightly, his eyebrows raised in playful disbelief, "All the way to Arcadia, and you're ordering macaroni and cheese?"
She rolls her eyes with a fond smile, "I like what I like."
Avrin returns, carrying two elegant bottles of wine and glasses. He pours for them with ease.
"One True Merlot, one True Burgundy. May you find clarity in truth. Are you ready to order?"
They place their orders, each taking a sip of their wine without the usual preamble of sniffing the bouquet.
The Doctor grins as the rich burgundy dances on his palate, "I don't have a favorite color, but I love it when you wear forest green—like tonight."
The Alchemist blinks in surprise, "I know, but why are you bringing that up now?"
He frowns, glancing around as if seeking an answer in the restaurant's ambient glow, "I... I don't know."
They both grab their wine bottles, flipping them to read the labels.
"True Wine," the Alchemist mutters, her eyes widening, "As in Truth Wine. It makes you tell the truth!"
The Doctor's eyes narrow, "Well, that shouldn't be a problem. I don't lie to you, and you don't lie to me. Right?"
"Right," she agrees.
Her stomach tightens as she realizes it's not working due to her immunities, and she wonders if she should just go along with this; she'd tell him the truth regardless.
