Laden down with clothes, hoping that their shared wardrobe would accommodate them all, Rose and the Doctor had to head back to the flat before returning to the market for food. Dab had pointed out which were the best stalls to buy different foods on, so once they'd navigated their way back there, they made a beeline for the first stall.

"I've never seen half these vegetables," Rose said, gazing at the mounds of fruit and vegetables and the bundles of herbs. "Wait, I've seen that one. Didn't we have it on Unkabrall?"

The Doctor looked where she was pointing. "That's Romanescue cauliflower. From Earth."

"Oh. No wonder it looks familiar."

"I don't blame you for thinking it looks alien," the Doctor said with a smile. "Anyway, maybe we should go with the familiar for now, till things look better on the money front."

Rose wasn't sure when that would be, but they were being optimistic. She nodded. "Okay. Well, I see asparagus, leeks, I think that's beetroot ... are they onions?"

"Shallots. No onions here."

"Mushrooms. I think."

"The mushrooms are different here, definitely worth trying," the Doctor said. "Shall we try the UFO-looking cauliflower?"

"Yeah. And what's that?"

"Fayn. Root vegetable, tastes somewhere between a carrot and a sweet potato. Fancy trying it?"

Their bags full of vegetables and bananas, they moved on to the next stall, which was selling rice and other cereals. The stall after that was selling tins, jars, bottles and packets; by this time Rose's arms were ready to fall off with the weight.

"What I wouldn't give for a shopping trolley right now," she muttered.

"We're almost done," the Doctor assured her. "Just meat to go. What do you fancy?"

"I don't mind, whatever they've got. Within reason."

The stall Dab had pointed out didn't seem to have anything on it. The Gusk behind it smiled warmly at them.

"What can I get for you today, sir, madam?"

"What do you have?" the Doctor asked.

"Just for the two of you, is it?" the man asked. "How big's your freezer?"

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other. "Er ... miniscule, why?" the Doctor said.

"Ah. Then you'll be wanting poultry, comes in the smallest portions. We have jujo, chicken or kang. No duck today, sorry."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at Rose. "Stick with chicken for now?" She nodded. "Chicken, please."

"Coming right up. Asp!" the Gusk bellowed behind him. "Bring us a chicken!" He turned back to his customers. "Nine staples, please sir."

The Doctor was about to hand the money over when a younger Gusk appeared, carrying a wooden cage. Inside was a live chicken, squawking indignantly. Rose blanched—they weren't going to kill it right there, were they?

"Here you are, madam," the man said cheerfully, placing it in Rose's arms. "All yours."