The Doctor and Martha were walking past the Seine , where they smelt the delicious smells of baked goods and coffee coming from a nearby café . The Doctor pulled her hand , and dragged her in .
There were plenty of customers sitting at the tables jammed into the smallish café , and there was a glass cabinet displaying cakes, croissants and bagels . But what got the Doctors attention was a glass tray stacked with chocolate muffins . He loved chocolate muffins , and he was craving one .
' I'll have two of those please ' he addressed the young male barista behind the tiled counter , ' and I'll have some earl grey tea as well , two please. To take away . It's a beautiful day !' he beamed .
As Martha and the Doctor left the café , on the way to find somewhere to sit , perhaps near the Eiffel Tower, he ripped off the white paper from his muffin , and smelled it with delight. He bit into it , murmuring with pleasure , and he noticed Martha hadn't started eating hers. He questioned the look on her face .
' Um, I'm not much of a chocolate muffin eater' she admitted .
' You don't like chocolate muffins ?' he repeated, he was in shock . A simple human treat, and Martha Jones didn't like the taste . She shook her head.
' Brilliant ! Can I have yours then please ?' she handed it over to him.
The Doctor had a sore stomach that afternoon . One too many chocolate muffins had made him sick.
