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"Where to now?" asked the Doctor, grinning. "How about a nice museum?"

Amy folded her arms and leaned against the console. "Hungry."

"What, again? Oh, all right then. Tell you what…" He turned away from the controls. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want?"

"What sort of sustenance do you crave? Carbohydrates or, or protein or just something colourful?"

"I don't know, I'm just hungry."

"Amy Pond!" he shouted, opening his arms. "We can go to every restaurant, every chip shop, every tearoom, anywhere in the Universe, anywhen! Whatever you feel like eating, I guarantee you we will find a place that serves it."

"What, you've got like the Michelin Guide for the Universe? Or should that be for all of space and time?"

"I do!" He tapped his temple. "I keep it in here. You're hungry. You want to eat something. What. Do. You. Want. To. Eat? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

He made to tap her temples as well; she slapped his hands away and stomped him on the foot. "Let me think!"

"Faster, you're hungry!"

Amy shrugged. "Pie. I kind of want pie."

"Kind of pie. Good start. What else?"

Amy brought her fingers to her mouth, almost bounced. "Something not for humans! I can eat food that's not for humans, yeah?"

"Sure you can, just chew properly. Something not for humans, easy to come by! No problem! What else? Tea? Coffee? Fizzy fizzy drink? Venusian super custard? Pickled petals? No one's pineapple surprise?"

"Popcorn for dessert?" she asked, pompously.

"Popcorn for dessert! I know a place that serves that! I know a place that serves all of that! I told you! Should we go there?"

"We definitely, definitely should!"


the end.