"From you, I'm getting the impression that's quite the compliment," Rose teased lightly, although she meant it, and filed it away mentally. As he launched into the explanation, Rose was actually completely rapt with attention. It was interesting, and luckily, NOT completely over her head, so she was eager to keep up and absorb all the information. Baba Yaga, nannies, and eventually step-mother. Interesting! "You'd make a good professor," she grinned, tongue poking out teasingly, "Especially with the field trips, yeah?"
Her brow furrowed as she looked back down at the book, intently focused. "Just the first word?" Rose echoed as she opened to the page, "strange village," it continued from the previous page, and Rose accidentally read the whole sentence into the next one, "And employed himself in keeping sheep." A glance up to the Doctor to make sure it was the same on his end, though since she didn't know about the Baba Yaga before, she was pretty sure that she at least wasn't dreaming. Was a figment of someone's imagination capable of that much individual divergent thought? It was kind of a strange notion, that she could be a figment of the Doctor's imagination. Then again, it was the Doctor, so anything was hypothetically possible.
XD No worries I think
Her brow furrowed as she looked back down at the book, intently focused. "Just the first word?" Rose echoed as she opened to the page, "strange village," it continued from the previous page, and Rose accidentally read the whole sentence into the next one, "And employed himself in keeping sheep." A glance up to the Doctor to make sure it was the same on his end, though since she didn't know about the Baba Yaga before, she was pretty sure that she at least wasn't dreaming. Was a figment of someone's imagination capable of that much individual divergent thought? It was kind of a strange notion, that she could be a figment of the Doctor's imagination. Then again, it was the Doctor, so anything was hypothetically possible.