"For breakfast, though?" Rose wrinkled her nose.
"It's covered in bananas. Bananas are good, Rose." The Doctor forked another hunk of chocolate cake to his mouth. "Want some?" He asked around the mouthful.
"No, thanks." Rose shuddered, going around the table to make some tea and toast.
"In many cultures around the galaxy, including several on your own planet, leftovers are the preferred breakfast food." The Doctor licked from his lips, smearing it across.
"Not in England," Rose shuddered, taking a sip of her tea.
"Not in England," the Doctor gestured at the TARDIS' kitchen. Rose made a face. The Doctor devoured another forkful of cake.
"You're going to get sick," Rose said smugly, enjoying her own breakfast.
"Superior biology, Rose," the Doctor boasted proudly. Rose snickered. She hadn't heard him make that claim since before his regeneration. Idly, she wondered if the Doctor in leather would eat banana chocolate cake first thing in the morning. Somehow, she doubted it.
Rose finished her toast in silence, watching as the Doctor continued to pick at the cake.
"Are you actually planning on finishing that now?' Rose asked, incredulous. It was one thing to have a slice of cake first thing in the morning. It was quite different to consume an entire cake (minus two slices) for no apparent reason other than want.
"Yeah. Why, did you want some?" The Doctor cut another thick slice from the remaining bunt.
"No. Not really." Rose replied truthfully. She didn't think she could eat cake again for a long time after watching this chocolate monstrosity be eaten by one person in one go. Even if the Doctor wasn't human, all that cake couldn't be good for him. Rose washed her dishes in silence, letting the Doctor finish the dessert in peace. She reckoned it was the last bit of peace she'd have, once the after effects of the Doctor's chocolate breakfast made themselves known. "I'm going… somewhere. Whatever the TARDIS wants to show me. Ladies' day in," Rose joked, though she truly didn't want to be with the Doctor when he started to feel sick. Let him suffer a little, she thought, it won't do him any harm. The TARDIS hummed in agreement, and so Rose went off exploring.
The equivalent of an hour and a half later, Rose was directed to a closed door. "He's in there, isn't he?" She asked the TARDIS, whose answering hum was a resounding affirmative. "He can't say I didn't warn him," she muttered before entering the room to find the Doctor hunched over a toilet, convulsing under a thin blanket. Rose stayed with him as the vomiting subsided, eventually leading him to the next room to lay on a sofa. She sat with him, though he protested the 'sick treatment' due to his 'superior biology', until he fell asleep. Rose kissed his forehead, smiling as she shook her head, and retired to an armchair with a magazine to wait for the Doctor to awaken.
