"What the hell did you do to the coffeemaker?"
"I made a few improvements – go ahead, try it!" The Doctor bounced on his toes, looking extremely pleased with himself.
Donna examined the coffeemaker, which only yesterday had been perfectly ordinary. Now it had a number of added pieces, some of which looked organic, and it was emitting a steady hum. She rubbed her eyes. "I think you need to show me how it works." She gingerly poked at one of the new pieces, and it wiggled.
The Doctor stepped forward. "You just put the coffee here, like so – carefully. And then the cup, um, here, and sort of twist this little lever. Like so. And then – coffee! Just how you like it."
"Just how I like it?"
"Yes, every time! Well, not every time, but most of the time. Well, more often than not. Well, sometimes. Well, once, so far."
Donna put her hands in the pockets of her dressing gown. "So you 'improved' my coffeemaker, which always made decent coffee, into something that so far has only once produced coffee at all?"
The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, so it does still need a bit of work. But it will be brilliant!"
Donna poked gingerly at it again. "Maybe I'll just have tea this morning. You didn't 'improve' the kettle, did you?"
"Why would I do that? You drink coffee. C'mon, just try it out!"
"Is this because I called that other ship a Ferrari? Are you trying to impress me? Because you really don't have to, you know."
"What? No, never crossed my mind." The Doctor said in a tone that suggested otherwise.
Donna sighed. This would be much easier to deal with if she had already had a cup of coffee. "Alright then, impress me." And she stepped as far back from the coffeemaker as she could.
The Doctor poured in coffee, tinkered around with it a bit, and the device was soon spluttering and spraying liquid all over. He managed to shut it down before it made too much of a mess. "Well, it does put on a bit of a show, I'll grant you that!" Donna said, laughing. "Oh, don't look so hurt. I'm sure you'll get it fixed soon enough. Why don't you make us some tea, and I'll make some toast, and you can have another go at it after breakfast?"
The Doctor grinned, "Don't worry, I'll have it working soon enough. Now, tea!"
Donna made the toast, and pretended not to notice when he stole some off her plate as they ate. She rose from the table, and went over to him, leaned down and kissed him on his cheek. She whispered in his ear, "Thank you."
On her way out of the kitchen, she said, "And don't get any ideas about 'improvements' to my hairdryer, alright?"
"No, of course not," he answered. But he eyed the toaster. "Hmmm, that could be a bit more sonic," he thought.