"Snow," Jack said, warming his hands on the paper cup between his fingers.
He took a sip before going on. "There's never snow here, not at Christmas. Not like this. But this," he pointed at the falling white dots as though the Doctor needed directing to what he was talking about, "this is nice. Picturesque. Like one of those old post cards."
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Date: 2009-12-19 04:39 am (UTC)He took a sip before going on. "There's never snow here, not at Christmas. Not like this. But this," he pointed at the falling white dots as though the Doctor needed directing to what he was talking about, "this is nice. Picturesque. Like one of those old post cards."