Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who … blah, blah, blah. You should know the drill by now.

Author’s Note: Another little drabble that stemmed from having a break from writing another Doctor Who fic.

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Hurry up and choose. I don’t want to be stood here all day.”

“Should I have a kebab or jumbo sausage and chips?”

“For God’s sake, Doctor! Just hurry up and choose something. Whatever happened to just having chips?” said Rose, exasperated.

“Hey, hey, I just want to have something else for a change, alright? Nothing wrong with that, is there?” said the Doctor.

“Of course not, but do you have to take so long in deciding what you want? We’ve been here for nearly half an hour!”

Rose folded her arms and frowned at the Doctor as his eyes scanned the menu above the counter at the chip shop. He had a finger tapping on his lip as he tried to decide what he wanted to eat. The woman behind the counter chuckled lightly at the Doctor and shot a sympathetic look at Rose.

A few minutes later, the Doctor turned to rose.

“Well, have you decided what you want?” she asked.

“Yup,” said the Doctor. “There’s a Chinese down the road. I fancy some spring rolls and some egg-fried rice.” He grinned.

Rose slapped her hand against her forehead and moaned.