“‘Doctor Who’? Really? That’s a switch. We’ve been trying to get you to watch that forever.”
“And now that tireless nagging is finally starting to set in. So, can I borrow a few seasons? I can probably knock out the series before the end of the week.”
“Uhm... you’re aware of how long it is, right?”
Happily home for the evening, Beerver is fixing dinner. Bropossum is over, with his customary case of Bud.
“Remember, you gotta take that with you when you go.” Beerver lifts an eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Save your snobbery for someone who cares.” Laughs Bropossum. This is a familiar ritual.
“So finally getting into the Doctor, huh? Where do you want to start?”
“Uh, the beginning.” Bropossum scoffs at such a ridiculous question.
“Yeah, but there’s several beginnings and it depends on how you want to... ugh, never mind. I’ll start you with Matt Smith, that seems to be the easiest entry point for people your age.”
“Never mind, you’ll get it later. If you like what you see, you can go back and watch the previous seasons. But why the sudden interest in the BBC?”
“That’s the network, right?”
Beerver rolls his eyes “you’re not answering my question.”
Bropossum looks at his hands, goes uncharacteristically quiet, fiddling with the tab of his beer can. Beerver thinks he sees a blush creeping over Bro’s nose.
“Sooooooo this is about a girl?” Beerver guesses, a knowing look on his face.
A slight smile is inching its way across Bro’s mouth. He isn’t saying anything, but Beerver knows that face.
“Alright, you don’t have to say, but do you know what doctor she likes? Got a number?”
“Alright. Tennant it is. *Her* Doctor. That’s where you start.”