[Mary happened to step outside to check the weather at about the same time, holding a cup of tea. She had already seen that it was bigger on the inside, but seeing it appear of of nowhere was something new. Her jaw dropped a bit, but she smiled, clearly impressed by the machine.]
There's a pot on the stove, I just made it! Want some breakfast too?
[A certain Time Lord is pleased to see that Mary isn't sick, and even more pleased to hear that tea awaits before a day of exploration. Most pleasing of all is her being impressed.]
Excellent! Wonderful! It's too bad this city doesn't have one of those... portable... what do you call them... thermos, that's it. [He waves a dismissive hand.] Maybe later.
[Mary smiles fondly up to the Doctor and goes inside to the kitchen, where she had left out some things for breakfast. She hadn't been going far, and stayed for even longer than she expected, but fortunately, no one decided to take anything in those few extra seconds.]
How do you like your eggs?
[She pours out another cup of tea, since the pot was still steaming, and brings it over to the Doctor.]
[He follows and picks up a chair along the way, setting it down and sitting on it backwards so he can wait. He nonetheless feels restless, so he may be on his feet again in a minute or two.]
I've a brilliant idea--surprise me. New world, new eggs, I'll try something else that's new.
[Meanwhile, the Doctor paces, looking through a few cupboards with stares from some of the cooks.
And when she's finished cooking, he happily sits down and eats. His manners are quirky and a little uncouth at best, and he's very, very into tasting the food properly.]
Good? Good? This--this egg is a very, very good egg. Chicken egg, fresh, well cooked...
Not everybody's got a mouth like you and I. Plants, for example; photosynthesis and all that. Any kind of plant life loves warm, carbon dioxide-filled planets with lots of sun.
[The Doctor jumps to his feet and takes the dishes in hand. He needs a sink. A wash basin, even.
Oh, there's one! He casually places the dishes on the counter next to it and joins Mary at the table again, setting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands.]
There's a pot on the stove, I just made it! Want some breakfast too?
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Excellent! Wonderful! It's too bad this city doesn't have one of those... portable... what do you call them... thermos, that's it. [He waves a dismissive hand.] Maybe later.
--Did you say breakfast?
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[You know, the saving life thing. Not that she'd point that out as the reason. She was still grateful.]
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[The Doctor pauses, looking as though he's been struck by something.]
Eggs. They have eggs.
[Excitedly, he strides to Mary, rubbing his hands.] I lied, I'd love two spare eggs with a side of tea, please.
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How do you like your eggs?
[She pours out another cup of tea, since the pot was still steaming, and brings it over to the Doctor.]
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I've a brilliant idea--surprise me. New world, new eggs, I'll try something else that's new.
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She slides them off onto the plate and pulls off a piece of the loaf of bread and puts it next to the eggs.]
It's nothing special, but I hope it tastes good!
[She puts the plate in front of the Doctor, and then goes to make herself an egg, scrambled.]
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And when she's finished cooking, he happily sits down and eats. His manners are quirky and a little uncouth at best, and he's very, very into tasting the food properly.]
Good? Good? This--this egg is a very, very good egg. Chicken egg, fresh, well cooked...
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I don't think I've ever seen someone enjoy their food quite so much!
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Wait, [she looks at him a bit incredulously,] you know people that don't eat with mouths?
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[With all those books on poisons, and all that curiosity, how could she not read at least a bit, even if Cain told her not to.]
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He's finished eating.
No surprise there.]
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I like that! It makes sense!
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Oh, there's one! He casually places the dishes on the counter next to it and joins Mary at the table again, setting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands.]
I'd be rather worried if it didn't.
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