[‘If only they did,’ he ponders. ‘Wouldn’t that be marvellous?’ He glances over River’s side before pocketing the expired perishables in his velvet coat.]

Don’t judge a book by its cover, River.

[His lips pull towards the right-most side of his face. Honestly, this little scavenge was more for him and his sanity than it was for the sake of the crew. Except for a handful of crewmates, he doesn’t quite see anyone else scarfing these down whole cloth.]

I once had a jar of marmalade to give me the access codes to a Sontaran fleet ship. [His brows raise a tick.] I think they fancied me.