Well, that was... easy? Iman wasn't trying to be so forthright as to suggest the Doctor adopt this kid, more like she was trying to establish his living situation and yeah, if he had a spare room, but if not, any ideas about alternatives, etc. But whatever, now it's resolved, before she could even blink.

And there's Callie, back to being enormously cute. "You bet, honey," she says, pleased to see her smiling again ugh what is going on with her. "Good luck keeping me out of here." With that she looks up at the Doctor, folds her arms and stands with her hip cocked at an angle.

"Now." She unfolds one arm to make a slow, much more portentous encompassing gesture. "What is this?" she wants to know, and she thinks she's been impressively patient about this issue so far and it is now well past an acceptable time to address the big glorious dimensionally aberrant room elephant thank you very much.