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The Doctor had been right. The waiter gave him a blank look when he asked for Earl Grey, and settled instead for a drink that seemed similar enough to the tea he knew - a thick, sickly sweet liquid that the waiter said they didn't sell a lot of.
After they finished their drinks, they stood and left the bar discretely, Raquel leaving a few credit chips on the table. As they stepped into the street, the Doctor took a deep breath, coughing slightly.
"Seems as if the regeneration is complete," he said, beaming. "I must say, that's been one of my smoother changes - normally, my mind is addled for a good few hours."
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