Rose stood in the corridor opening looking across at the Doctor, her legs crossed.
"Doctor." She called to him, under the TARDIS grate, tinkering with the system.
"Hmm?" he asked, as he welded two wires together.
"Ahh," Rose mumbled, she fiddled with a strand of her hair as she said, "We…uhm…We're out of umm…milk!"
"Milk?" he asked, "We've got plenty of milk."
Rose shook her head at her unsuccessfulness, "No. I…uhm meant…coffee!"
"You don't drink coffee. You're British." He said, still under the TARDIS grate.
"No I meant tea." Rose tried to correct.
"We have plenty of tea." The Doctor said as he pulled a wire free.
Rose sighed loudly as she gave up, "Okay!" she yelled, "Fine! I'm out of tampons; you got me!" she ranted.
The Doctor was up like a rocket.
When he got to his feet he was as rigged as a board.
"We're going shopping." He said rather stiffly.
Rose was confused, "Not too domestic for you?" she asked.
"We're going shopping. Now." He turned sharply and was out the door.
Rose giggled despite keeping her legs firmly crossed.