Rory Williams stood in the middle of one of the many TARDIS kitchens, orange juice in hand, staring blankly ahead. He had just awoken after a restless night. Amy, of course, was still sleeping soundly, but the Roman found it rather difficult to relax knowing that they were hurtling through the time vortex at impossible speeds in a time machine that never seemed to emerge from its constant state of disrepair. Needless to say, he had spent much of the night staring at the ceiling.
As previously mentioned, Rory Williams stood in the middle of one of the many TARDIS kitchens, orange juice in hand, staring blankly ahead. He shook his head slightly, attempting to rouse himself from his stupor. Blinking twice, he forced his vision to clear, whereupon he noticed the blender, just sitting on the counter.
He stared at the blender for a moment, cocking his head to the left. "Why," he said aloud, "do blenders have so many…buttons?" He pondered this question deeply. You only really ever used two of them: on and off. All the buttons sounded the same—a sort of whiny eeeeeeennn noise. So why have so many different buttons?
Mustering his spirit of adventure, he approached the blender cautiously. He stared at the plethora of buttons for a full minute before the words beneath them came into focus. Furrowing his eyebrows, he began to read aloud. "Chop…grate…grind? Really? Grind? Stir…puree…whip? This is a very naughty blender…Mix…blend…liquefy…jog? What on earth does it mean 'jog?'"
Confused, yet still curious, Rory tentatively reached for the jog button, and, swallowing nervously, pressed it. Nothing happened. Confused, he pressed it a few more times, before thinking that perhaps plugging the blender in might help. Having done so, he returned to the jog button. Pressing produced, of course, a sort of whiny eeeeeeennn noise. Feeling slightly let down, he turned the blender off, but continued to stare at in, pondering the nature of the existence of so many buttons.
"Hello, Mr. Pond!" The Doctor's greeting made Rory jump a full five centimeters and gasp audibly. "Easy there, soldier. What's got you so tense, hmm?"
Having recovered, Rory responded, "Doctor, read the blender."
The Doctor, finding nothing odd about this request, walked over to Rory and placed his head on the other man's shoulder so he could see the aforementioned device. After reading for a moment, he turned slightly towards Rory's face. "Why am I reading the blender, exactly? Not that I mind, of course. It's quite interesting."
Rory flushed at the close contact, then attempted to explain his confusion from before. "Well…the…the buttons…and…they all…just…forget it. Have we landed yet?"
"Why yes. I thought we'd visit Emily Dickinson today."
"Fantastic. You and Amy have fun. I'm going to bed." With that, Rory stumbled back to his and Amy's room, rubbing his face as he went.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the blender. He had never really looked at the blender before. He stepped closer and began to read the words beneath the buttons. "Grind? Whip? Was Rory trying to tell me something?" He cocked his head, wondering for a moment.
Just then, Amy walked in wearing a flannel shirt long enough to function as a nightgown. "What's got Rory all bothered?"
"Amelia! Just the person I wanted to see! Come here a moment, and read the blender!"