The front door swung open. "Amy, Rory, hey, just thought I'd pop in for a campfire. You can have one of those here, can't you? Otherwise we could go and find somewhere better. I was trying to roast some marshmallows during the Great Fire and, well, I got a little scorched."

Amy glanced at the sticky white patches on his tweed jacket and the flakes of ash in his hair. "Doctor, should I really trust you with fire?"

"I'll have you know I carried the Olympic torch once!"

"And you didn't burn down half the city?"

"I can be very graceful when I want to be."

"Well, you can't have been trying very hard then."

"Amy Pond, all I want is a graham cracker, a marshmallow, and some chocolate, is that so hard?"

"Apparently, or you wouldn't be standing on my doorstep. Did you check the TARDIS kitchen?"

"Yes." He stuck out his tongue. "She wouldn't give me a campfire or crackers. Worried I'd get crumbs in the Time Rotor or goo over the zig-zag plotter."

"I'm not even sure we have graham crackers—"

He pushed past her and began rummaging through the cupboards. "Marmite, toast, sugar—where's the jammy dodgers? You had some last time I was here."

"You ate them all, remember?" Amy sighed. "Look, if you want s'mores, we'll have to run down to the shop. Rory will be home any minute, he has the car."

"A car? I have a wonderful time machine and you want the car?"

The Doctor jumped into the front seat next to Rory. "So, right, let's go."

"Doctor, somebody will have to sit in the back of the care. Seatbelt laws and all that. "

"Right, good idea, move to the back, Rory."

"Um, Doctor, it's my car," he points out.

"Right, Amy, move back."

"And he's my husband. "

"Ah, right…that…" The Doctor scrambled into the back seat. "That would be a good thing, let's get going."

They returned to the house with two bags of marshmallows, three packages of graham crackers, at least one bar of every chocolate in the shop, and five sticks of Starbursts . "Why the starbursts, again?" Amy shook her head.

"If you hold them over a fire until the corner drips twice, they get really crunchy outside and really gooey inside."

"And how do you know this?"

"I was trying to repair something." The Doctor headed for the back door.

"With sweets?"

"It was that or postcards from Blackpool!" He let the door bang shut behind him. "Where's the fire pit? I thought you had a fire pit."

"You can roast them in the microwave." Rory called.

"The microwave? Are you insane? That's just sad. You don't get to see them puff up and turn all golden brown."

"I used to do it when I was little. It's actually kind of fun." Amy opened the door. "Just try it once, okay?"

Good news: they had kept the Doctor from lighting a fire.

Better news: he loved watching them poof up in the microwave.

In fact, he loved it so much he ate an entire bag of marshmallows in 63 minutes.

Bad news: Doctor + sugar.

"It's wonderful, isn't it? Human beings, so creative. You make all these healthy snacks and then you turn them into desert. Like caramel apples. Dip them in sprinkles and nuts and edible glitter… You know what I think? We should go to the 43rd century. They found a way to make Brussels sprouts taste like blueberry cheesecase. It's like cheese balls, but with cheesecake-flavored sprouts. Come on, hey?" He staggered to one side. "On the other hand, I am kind of full right now… wait a while, maybe?"

He slumped onto the floor.

"How is he still alive?"

"Maybe they can't get diabetes." Rory suggested. "Nobody should be able to eat that much sugar. Do you think he normally eats like that?"

"It would explain a lot."