"Remind me of this," the Doctor said, "the next time I suggest a picnic in the snow."
"I did tell you I thought it would it was daft," Rose said, wrapping the picnic blanket tighter around herself.
"Yes, but you said it with that tongue thing you do." He shuffled a head so he could turn to see her face properly as he walked backwards. "And that usually means you think I’m being brilliant."
"Does it?" she said, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.
"Or cheeky." He spun around so he was walking forwards again. "Or that you have a nice blanket you want to share," he said with a sniff as he slowed his pace until Rose was at his side again.
She laughed, “I didn’t realize my tongue could say so much.”
The Doctor grinned at her. “If you let me underneath, I could show you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her.
Rose hummed, pretending to ponder his offer before lifting the edges of her blanket. “Come on then. I could use the extra body heat.”