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[dredefulchilde]

[Joscelin appears on screen the day after the aborted mission, looking far better now that Misa’s cured his black eye. All that remains is some faint, yellowish bruising on his cheekbone and a healed cut on his lower lip. His glasses are another story entirely. They were completely destroyed in the takeoff, and he’s not wearing them. He holds them up to the screen: they’ve snapped into two at the nosepiece, and one lens is a spiderweb of broken glass.]

I need someone to fix these.

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[usernamesarecool]

No, I'm afraid I can't. [ Well, maybe he could. He's never actually tried to put milk teeth back in. But with roots? Eh, he's guessing probably not. ] Even if I could, I wouldn't-that one's meant to fall out.

But don't worry-It'll grow back. Well, not that one. But another one. It's part of growing up-losing your teeth.

[dredefulchilde]

[Joscelin has to think about it, really think about it.]

...oh. I’m afraid I’d rather forgotten about that part.

[It’s a very strange feeling: this is proof that he is, in fact, beginning to age again. He’s going to grow up.]

I haven’t lost a tooth in nearly seven hundred years.

[usernamesarecool]

Better late than never, I suppose.

[ The Doctor watches him a moment before peeling the gloves off. ]

But! It does look like you picked up about three or four kilograms since I last checked-you're well on your way to solid foods yet. How's the inhaler, getting on alright?

[dredefulchilde]

[Solid foods! He certainly perks up at that. Cake is once again within his grasp.]

Haven’t had to use it that much; those pills you gave me seem to be working. I’m taking them once with breakfast and once with dinner.

[usernamesarecool]

[ He nods in approval, happy to hear it. ]

That's good. You really do seem to only have a mild case so with any luck you'll only ever need the pills.

How was it off the train though? Any troubles breathing?