Donna and the Doctor stumbled through the TARDIS door at 3:00 am Gastrovia time. After stopping at the med bay for antacid, they flopped across overstuffed cushions in the lounge room. Donna groaned.
"Why did they keep feeding us?" She winced as she rubbed her stomach gingerly.
The Doctor belched. "Gastrovia – pardon me – is known for their cuisine. It's like Gordon Ramsay and Nigella Lawson had thousands of love children. The Daleks exterminate, the Cybermen upgrade, and the Gastrovians cook..and bake..and sauté..and oh, I think I might explode."
"Well, I'm never eating again," Donna vowed. "I think I could make a few Adipose after that feast!"
"Agreed! Er, to the first part, I mean."
They dozed off in the lounge room, sleeping the fitful sleep of those who've overindulged. Several hours later the TARDIS woke them with her gentle song. Donna and the Doctor stirred from the cushions. "Coffee?" Donna asked.
"Yeah." The Doctor rolled off of the cushions. "Toast?"
"I'm never eating again!" Donna groaned and hauled herself up.
"Yeah," the Doctor said. "Still, I could do with some toast."
"With jam?"
"It wouldn't be toast without it," the Doctor said, and held his arm out for Donna as they headed to the TARDIS kitchen.