"Christmas spirit in a pub," the Doctor repeated, still sounding a little flabbergasted by the idea. "You know, I was thinking more of trees and presents, but I'll have a mulled wine, I think. Something festive."

He fiddled about with the psychic crystals, but they were very faded and fuzzy and terribly confused by the different vibrations in the pub. Well, only to be expected, considering how swiftly emotions could change during intoxication.

"Think it's the alcohol or the season that'll be bringing those two together later?" he asked Jack as he slipped into a chair.