The door opened and Peri and the Doctor were unceremoniously thrown out. They stood up and dusted themselves off.
"I can't believe you," Peri said, "What did you do to that oven with your sonic lance?"
"I repaired it," the Doctor explained, "It was taking forever to make my soufflés."
"Repaired it, Peri said incredulously," You made it glow in rainbow colors and the soufflés flew!"
"An unfortunate side-effect."
"You're lucky you changed it back. I thought for sure that chef would murder us."
"He should have been more appreciative. Lots of ovens do that."
"Oh yeah, in what century?"
"Uh…maybe…the thirty first century."
"Exactly the thirty first century. This is the twentieth century. The ovens here, well now, don't imitate fairies."
The Doctor huffed, "It made it more fun."
"Yeah it did," Peri grudgingly agreed.
"Well now that we've had a cooking lesson what about a trip to the gallery?" The Doctor asked offering Peri his arm. Peri took it graciously.
"As long as the paintings don't start dancing."
"No, only in the wizarding world.
"The what?"