John isn't going to entertain the idea - at the moment - how much older Doc is than him. That the man could practically be his ancestor. No, John rather just think he's another bloke in this thirties that is open to flirt with when he needs it.

"Florist." John says as if it's the oddest thing he's seen in the town. Yes, the flower shop, not the fact there is a burned out section of a library or blood scribbled on notes at Town Hall. "A bloody florist shop."

Where the hell were the flowers to even sell in this place?

"You would know if she was in there, mate."