"What will it be Rose? Breakfast or lunch?", The Doctor asked rummaging through the kitchenette as he looked for ingredients.

"Bit of both I suppose. Too late for breakfast and too early for lunch", I said sitting at the table.

"Brunch it is!", he said standing up with his arms full of miscellaneous food items.

"Geez are you trying to feed the entire island?", I asked as I went to help him make the food.

"Ah ah ah. No you don't", he said and shooed me back to the table.

I watched as the Doctor quickly threw together a mid-morning feast.

By the time he had sat down, opposite of me, the centre of the table had been covered with half a dozen plates.

"Hope you don't expect me to be the only one eating all this", I said jokingly.

"After all the work I put into making you brunch, it would hardly seem fair", he said with a wink and took a bite out of the piece of toast he had just covered in three layers of jam.

I mirrored him and grabbed another piece of toast, "Suppose you're right".

We ate quietly for a few minutes listening to the waves crashing outside and the songs of, what I assumed were native tropical birds.

I became full not long after the companionable silence had been broken by the Doctor. I looked across the table as he took interest in the view to the left of him through a large window as he chattered out some random facts that he knew about the planet.

He looked beautiful.

His hair was exceedingly spiky this morning. It was like it his hair had decided that it was going to ignore gravity completely. There were toast crumbs on his shirt collar. He had changed his tie. He had on a rich blue tie with tiny little teal pin wheel swirls. He had a lick of jam on the corner of him mouth from when he had devoured his latest piece of toast.

Without thinking about it, for if I had I would have stopped myself, I reached forward and swiped the jam away with my thumb.

The Doctor froze mid sentence and looked at me then at my hand. A look passing across his face before it was gone. I quickly retracted my hand. I could feel my face heating up with the beginings of a blush.

"Right, I should probably go scrub and get into new clothes", I said quickly excusing myself as I got up.

I hustled over to the bedroom door and stepped inside.

"Thanks", the Doctor said suddenly like it had gotten stuck in his throat.

"What for?", I asked confusedly, my arm poised to shut the door.

"Looking out for me", he said seriously then seemed to almost physically shake himself, "Wouldn't want me running around with jam all over myself. I have a reputation to uphold. No one would take me serious. I would be the oncoming jam-face!"

I laughed slightly before retreating into the bedroom.