12 Cookerama Intergalactic.
The Doctor and Ommera emerge from the Tardis in flamboyant outfits. The Doctor is wearing flared trousers and an orange shirt with a ruff. Ommera is wearing the emerald green dress and pointed hat that she had discovered earlier.
As they walk away from the Tardis, arm in arm, the Doctor clicks his fingers and the Tardis doors close behind them.
In front of them is a funfair-like large model of a cup cake.
Over the entrance gate is the title "Cookerama Intergalactic".
They walk through the entrance gate.
"No entrance toll booth yet, I see," the Doctor says to Ommera.
A man in a suit and a very tall chef's hat approaches them. He is holding a clipboard.
"Do you have a booking?" the chef guide asks.
"Yes. Mister and Missus Slint," the Doctor replies.
The chef guide looks at the clip board he is holding.
"No-one of that name on here" the chef guide says.
"I'm sorry, I only booked it a minute ago," the Doctor says. "Maybe the booking hasn't got through to your papers yet?"
"Oh, an electronic booking," the chef guide laughs. "We're not quite used to those just yet. There are plenty of spaces. Do follow me. We can go straight to the grand baking room."
They go into a metal marquee.
The marquee has lots of separate cooking areas, each with ingredient cupboards, cooker and sink.
Could have been from the Great British Bake-off.
Not all of the cooking areas are populated, but some are already.
The chef guide goes off.
"Wow," Ommera muses. "That's impressive."
"Hope you really enjoy it in here today," the Doctor encourages her, smiling. "One day only, so - learn and enjoy."
The Doctor goes to sit down on a bench at the side.
A chef enters and sees Ommera.
"Greetings sentient lifeform!" the chef booms. "Sorry, we've only just started to welcome visitors from space, so we're not quite knowing how to address visitors yet. Would you like to watch and learn, or do and learn? Or would you just like to be entertained?"
"Wow," says Ommera smiling. "I'd really like to do and learn if that's ok."
Meanwhile, the chef guide returns to the Doctor.
"I can't find your booking anywhere," the chef guide says, "but I do want to reassure you that it's ok as we have plenty of places to spare."
"Strange," the Doctor says, "but maybe I only booked it while I was on the way. Availability said you had lots of spaces today."
The Doctor is wary in case this is a ploy to sound out who he really is and what he's doing there.
"What's the name again?" the chef guide asks.
"Mister and Missus Slint," the Doctor affirms again.
"It's no matter," the chef guide says. "We want everyone to enjoy themselves here. You can have a go, too, sir?"
"Ok," the Doctor says reluctantly.
The Doctor gets up and unwillingly goes over.
Ommera has already cooked some pancakes in that short time. Pancake mix straight in a pre-heated pan.
"We don't have pancakes on Slint, so I've learnt something," Ommera says. "They were so quick, too. I'm going to learn what to put on them just now. Are you joining in?"
"Only reluctantly," the Doctor avoids the question. "The Tardis spoils me, I think."
"Glad to hear it," Ommera says.
"I might just have a look round," the Doctor says. This is his remit.
The Doctor heads for the exit door, but as he goes his attention is caught by a service door.
"Much more interesting," the Doctor says to himself.
The Doctor approaches the service door and hears some laughter.
"They'll get such a surprise when they eat the pancakes," Workman 1 laughs from an adjacent room.
This alarms the Doctor, but he thinks that maybe they are jesting.
The Doctor puts on a chef's hat from a pile nearby.
The Doctor goes through the service door.