"I ruined your scarf!" she wailed, once the Doctor had opened the door to her persistent knocking. "I ruined your scarf, but it was an accident, I was supposed to take you to Cambridge which I did, but you weren’t supposed to end up in a time eddy, you were supposed to visit Professor Chronotis, and, and, look at it!"
Sexy held up the unraveled jumble of multicoloured yarn, terribly close to tears as she continued, “and I can’t get ahold of Madam Nostradamus for some reason, which is rubbish, and I can’t just let you wander around without a scarf, but I don’t even have the proper colours anymore! So. So you need to tell me what colours to use, I’ve got loads of maroon and I’ve got turquoise and a bit of peach, but that’s just about it. And. And I suppose this is the point where I properly apologize for what you’ll be wearing, isn’t it?”