log with not_from_mars:Toast and Snogging the Kitchen.
Boredom, maybe, or it could have been the fact that he was starting to get itchy feet either way yet again at a insanely early hour of the morning Jack found himself creeping through the Doctor's TARDIS, aimlessly for the most part until he reached the kitchen.
In which the man decided he'd get himself some coffee and something to eat, after all the kitchen was right there and if he wasn't going to sleep he might as well occupy his time with something else. Like eating... and drinking. And staring at the wall for a few hours before he crept back into his room, stared at the ceiling until someone decided to wake up. Which could be a good few hours from now.
So there he stood, leaning against table, waiting for the kettle to boil and his toast to pop up.