"Good grief, woman, that's the third banana you've eaten in a sitting," he squeaked incredulously. "I mean I can't blame you. They are delicious. River, slow down, or you're going to choke, love."

"Oom nerur brurn hirs urngee in muh lurf," she managed to muffle out.

The Doctor blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said that I've never been this hungry in my life," she stood up as she tossed the peel in the bin, "Ooh, do you know what would be good? Calamari. Let's order some, hmm?" After calling a divey place in Manchester, two minutes later, she had takeaway boxes in hand. River closed her eyes and inhaled the robust, salty smell. "Tuck in, sweetie."

They sat beneath the glass floors of the console while the Doctor worked, and made an impromptu picnic. River ate voraciously, without even looking up from her plate. The Doctor giggled.

"Oh, it's definitely a boy," he announced.

She stopped chewing and glared at him playfully. "What? A girl can't have an appetite? We're from the 51st century; be a little more open-minded." Instantly, she returned back to her meal. Soy sauce began to pool at the edge of her plate. She licked her lips. "Stay down here, love, I'll be back." He jerked upwards as she hurried up the stairs. It was a few minutes until she returned…with a banana.

"I just got the strangest craving for something," she sputtered and rapidly plopped down on the ground.

"That's a surprise," he scoffed.

"Oh shut up." She took off the peel and broke the fruit into tiny pieces, and placed one of them in the soy sauce. It sat in the puddle until the creamy yellow browned with the briny liquid. River threw the piece into her mouth, pointing at the plate, and giving her husband a thumb's up. "Mmm, sweetie, you've got to try this. Here taste it." With one finger, she barreled another soy-drenched banana slice into his mouth. His face lit up.

"Oh hell, River, that's fantastic. Here, let me-" he reached out to grab another slice before his hand was quickly slapped away.

"Go get your own. There are bushels in the kitchen. The Old Girl seems to know what this baby likes. But this is mine," she snapped, " Now go." River took a bite out of another morsel.

"Oh, definitely a son. Glad to know he's got good taste," he shouted, echoing down the stairs.

"She'll probably even like fish fingers and custard," was yelled in response, "And speaking of, bring some down here, would you? I'm starving."