The Season of Giving: Day 13

Christmas: Here's a prezzie you might like. It's called a Wispa Gold. Reportedly, it has a cheeky caramel layer. Do you think you can handle it?
Gold: I'm a Dalek! Do I look like I've got hands?
Christmas: No, but you certainly are cheeky.

Gold's First Outing

Gold: I don't get it. Where's the menu?
Blue: Trust Master & Mistress. They know what's best here. 
Gold: But this is my first outing. I want to see a menu!

Gold: Salad? I don't get it. Master & Mistress never eat salad at home. 
Blue: You've heard Master play the piano. Think of the salad as the first movement in a great symphony.
Gold: Uh...okay. But I want more cheese on my half!

Gold: I don't get it. This pasta looks weird.
Blue: That's because they're serving it with chili and cheese instead of spaghetti sauce. Excuse me, Mr. Waiter. Hey, Mr. Waiter! A little service please? My master needs his soda topped up. And make it snappy, or I'll exterminate you! 

Gold: I don't get it. Master & Mistress wanted this? That cake's melting. Its innards are oozing onto the plate.
Blue: That's not melting cake innards. That's hot fudge. And it's delicious, trust me.
Gold: Hot fudge?
Blue: That's right. Chocolate cake, strawberry ice cream, more chocolate cake, whipped cream, a cherry, and a gallon...well, a lot of warm, rich, hot fudge!

Blue: So, do you get why Master & Mistress like coming here so much?
Gold: Yes, I think I comprehend the reason for the twinkle in their eyes.
Blue: I think I see a little sparkle in your optical receptor.
Gold: No, it's the orange-tinged glare of the setting sun.
Blue: And I suppose all those groans and moans I heard during dinner meant nothing?
Gold: Oh, that was just my systems carrying out a little routine maintenance. Nothing at all to do with dinner.