"Where to now then?" Rose Tyler asked the pair of red converse shoes, which was all that was visible of The Doctor, of whom the feet belonged to.
"Um, what have we done?" replied The Doctor, emerging from under the TARDIS console, looking expectantly back at Rose.
"Sycorax, Gelth, Daleks, Vashta Nerada, Cybermen, Racnoss, Jagrafess, Abzorbaloff, Sexy Fish Vampires, Werewolves, and Weeping Angels – twice" answered Rose, counting them off on her fingers.
"Have we done The Children of Venus?"
"The what?"
"Children of Venus, no not your Venus, the galaxy Venus – make great pies."
"Pie? Are they going to try to, you know, blow our heads off?
"No! No no no no no! They're really friendly – good, happy, love a visitor!"
"Okay" said Rose wearily "But if we die, it's all your fault."
"Actually, do you want to go home for a bit first? See your mum and Rickey. Maybe get a cuppa."
"It's Mickey."
"Yeah, well, whatever he likes. Fish and chips from that little place near Waitrose." The Doctor fantasized.
"Okay – allons-y!"