Rose just chuckled quietly and shook her head; she'd tried telling him then that those weren't the sorts of chairs you leaned back in, but he'd just given her this completely uncomprehending look and gone right about his business, either truly not getting it or just pretending it was so, so she really didn't think trying to tell him now would do her any good either.

And then the high from the memory began to dissipate, leaving her again with the shadow of what was before her. It was definitely like someone had physically popped a bubble within her, that happiness leaking out until she was running on empty again. She looked down at her plate, playing with her chips more than eating them, a sure sign of Rose Tyler distress.