"I don't believe they did that!" Mel screeched as she slogged into the TARDIS, sudsy water dripping from her flattened hair and soaked clothing.
With a vindicated smirk, the Doctor closed the door behind her, carefully avoiding the frothy puddles. "I believe you should take this as a lesson in not insisting that people accept gifts they don't want."
"They didn't have to douse me in soap!" she protested.
"Garadians are famously allergic to beta-carotene, my dear," the Doctor explained. "Perhaps next time, you'll leave your carrot juice at home.
With a pouting glare, Mel sloshed off to her bedroom.