The Doctor sat at the table, trying not to blush or make his watching of his family too obvious. They were all eating in absolute silence, each avoiding eye contact with each other. His head ached fiercely and he was fairly certain that theirs did as well, but though he had medicine that could take the pain away in seconds he couldn't give them anything. There was just enough pollen residue in their blood streams that could react to anything he gave.

He remembered too much of yesterday, more than he should, although when has he ever listened to the rules of 'should'? Donna didn't remember anything, he had asked. And he didn't remembered anything in stage one, but he remembered very clearly all of stage two.

He and Donna had shared way too much of their sex life with their daughter. The daughter who he loved more than anything in the universe, so much he would take apart that universe atom by atom to get her back if she was taken. But he suspected she would take a good old fashioned kid napping over remembering the discussion about the table they were currently eating at.

But she didn't seem to remember, concentrating very hard, as if breakfast held the secret to life.

"So, what should we do today," Donna finally broke the silence. Jack looked up relived, but Grace maintained her steady stare at her bowl of cereal.

"Maybe shopping," Jack suggested, with a side glance to Grace.

He hated shopping nearly as much as the Doctor but like the Doctor he would endure it for the sake of the women he loved. And he seemed to want to improve Grace's mood as much as the Doctor.

"Sure," Donna agreed, lighting up in a way that never failed to take the Doctor's breath away. "Sounds fun, right Grace?"

"Fun," Grace agreed, looking up only to blush and look back down.

She remembers, the Doctor thought. She must, that's why she can't look at them.

"Grace," Donna prodded, not bothering to be subtle. She left that to the Doctor. They used him for a sneak attack on her thoughts and feelings, and Donna for the obvious. She did that so well.

Grace finally looked up again, and gave a small smile. "Really, shopping sounds good. We need to get a few things for the kitchen as well."

"Oh," Donna looked around, while the Doctor looked only at Grace. "What's that?"

"Well," she stretched the word as he often did. "A new table to start with."

Donna was looking at the table carefully, even sliding off her chair to check for defects. When she was out of sight the Doctor whispered to Grace. "We cleaned it well. I wouldn't let you eat here if we hadn't."

"We are getting a new table, Dad." She argued. "Or do you want me to think of that every time we eat. You can move it to your room or something."

Grace was not the boss…except she was her mother's child, and so she was. And really, it was such a small request to appease her.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Donna concluded as she reappeared, tapping it with her knuckles, "Sturdy as ever."

Grace went pink again, "Dad."

The Doctor nodded at her, "Still, perhaps it's best. We can put it somewhere else…" Grace was watching him carefully, and Jack was turning pink as well.

"Somewhere else," Jack agreed.

"Our room," the Doctor told Donna suddenly, remembering Jack's declaration of what he might eat on that table.

Donna was watching the three of them carefully. "Am I missing something?"

"No," the trio said in unison, and Grace shook her head.

"I was also thinking that we could get some new muffin pans," she told her Mom, and to this Donna nodded.

"They do get a lot of use," she agreed, taking the distraction. The Doctor gave Grace a grateful smile, and she stuck out her tongue at him.

Donna rose and proceeded to wash her dish, and go put on her shopping shoes. Jack kissed Grace's cheek and disappeared to…well to do something. Probably best not to know.

Grace was watching him over the table and he smiled and gave a small awkward wave before asking. "How much do you remember?"

"Everything, boat boy," she told him, raising her eyebrows.

He got a brief flash in his memory of water and motor noises, and was grateful he didn't remember more than that. "You know I'm sorry. I wasn't in control of my words."

"Of course I know you're sorry," she brushed it off easily, before continuing in a more serious tone. "But we are most defiantly getting a new table."

"Agreed," he nodded.

"And," her voice was hard, like only he had ever heard from Donna. "I get to pilot for a week," she told him.

He was a sucker for her at the best of times, and at the best of times, he hadn't shared details of his and her mother's sex life. So pilot she would.

"Anything else," he asked.

"Prince and princess, really? You guys are so weird."

He smiled at her, at least she was adapting. "Spice of life and all that."

She shook her head. "Jack and I are going on a date, tonight."

He frowned. "Oh?"

"And you are going to stay far away, please and thank you. Take Mom somewhere nice."

He nodded, Donna would be pleased. Maybe he could take her dancing, normal dancing. "Okay, if that's what you want."

"I do," she agreed. She rose, "and Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Jack may have been in my bed this morning," she spouted off quickly.

"He what!"

The Doctor rose but Grace held up her hands. "Just wanted to be honest, nothing happened though, don't worry."

"I could have gone without hearing that," the Doctor told her.

"I know," she grinned and nodded. "Fair is fair."

With that she spun and walked out of the room.