[The Doctor has found his way to his Emergency Converse Resupply Stash—an entire shoe rack tucked away against one wall, full of Converse in all colors. Chuck collectors everywhere would die of envy, but he goes straight for the black, without a glance at the turquoise, fleur-de-lys-patterned parchment, red, white, faux crocodile skin, self-lacing green bioluminescent...]

[He looks up from snagging some fuzzy socks from a trunk, and raises a skeptical eyebrow at the other Doctor's sartorial choice. Seriously?] Oi, you could just say you've forgotten. Second level, the suit's on the rack at one o'clock, by the mirror. Coat's right by that space-samurai outfit from Bowie. Still don't know if it was a good idea or not, showing him the wardrobe. He went right for the old robes.

Catch.

[And he'll toss over some fuzzy socks.]