"It must be jelly, 'cause jam don't shake like that!" -- Anon Guest
"You haven't seen Great-Aunt Hattie's jam," said Holly, peering at the substance. "It smells a bit. I wouldn't want to try eating it."
"Good thought," said the Doctor. "It might be alive."
Holly backed away. "Are you serious? That?"
"You never know," said the Doctor. "Life is a varied and beautiful thing."
Every jelly in every single dish in the array of shelving in the room jiggled in unison. None of the dishes clinked or vibrated. Just the jelly.
"We come in peace?" risked Holly.
"Yes, let's start negotiations with a bit of optimism," added the Doctor. "You're human. Humans very rarely come in peace."
"And what about you? Your first words to me were how you weren't supposed to be meddling."
"Not supposed to meddle, yes. Intending not to meddle... definitely no." The Doctor made a show of empty hands close to his body. "If you would please indicate what reaction is your happy one? I think we can attempt communication..."
A door that had previously not been visible opened, and a perfectly ordinary human in a worker's jumpsuit looked very cross at them. "OI! What're you two doin' spreading your breath on our backups?"
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