"Should I be afraid?"
"Jack should be." Rose giggled into her tea.
"What's he done now?"
"He's been slapping my bum, he only speaks innuendo and I think he's been pinching my hair product." Rose checked his sins off on her fingers. "So I did what my Gran always suggested and put cordite in his coffee."
Taking Rose by the shoulders, the Doctor looked into her eyes. "That's bromide, Rose, not cordite."
"I'll get the Ipecac, then."
dw100 — challenge #92: bonfire/gunpowder