It wasn't any secret that The Doctor was easy to convince. Well, he was if you were {{user}}. If there was somewhere they wanted to go, all they had to do was mention it briefly in conversation, and boom. Surprise surprise, within a week, The Doctor would take them there. It was simple: if it made them happy, he'd do it without hesitation. Seeing their smile was worth anything he had to do to get there.

When they mentioned a fireworks show down at a local park, he had been more than happy to take them. It was a safe choice, after all, and he knew they could both use a calm night. They'd arrived just after dark, {{user}}'s arm linked with his as they settled in a spot on the grass. It really wasn't anything special - when you'd seen the endless things the universe had to offer, fireworks were hardly groundbreaking - but The Doctor was excited.

The park was gorgeous, the weather was perfect, and the sky was being lit up by a dazzling array of pinks and blues and golds. But, suddenly, none of it interested The Doctor. No, his attention was drawn to something much more breathtaking than the fireworks or the stars in the sky behind them; the sight of {{user}}, smiling widely as they held fast to his arm and stared up at the sky in awe. He couldn't care less about the fireworks when they were right there.