"So what are we going to do?" Rose drank the last of her tea, grateful that she had managed to distract her little brother with muesli. Though Tony had already eaten, he was content to play with the oatmeal, and this gave the young couple time to sort themselves.

"Well, at least we don't have to bring him in," the Doctor pointed toward Tony's general vicinity. "However, that leaves us with no distractions. And Jackie said no 'monkey business' in the house. And there's no way that he's coming to the cottage." The Doctor pouted.

"Day's already started," Rose reminded the Doctor tiredly.

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiight." The Doctor sat pensively. "The old team. We can find something to do. Shiver and Shake." He said optimistically.

"Tony," the eleven-month-old said proudly.

"And Tony Tyler," the Doctor agreed. "What could go wrong?"

"Don't say that." Rose groused.

"Why not?"

"Because every time you say that, something goes wrong," Rose said as Tony flung a spoon of oatmeal at the Doctor's forehead. She chuckled. "Didn't you two already do this?" Rose carried the breakfast dishes to the dishwasher. Not giving either of the boys time to answer, she continued, "We still don't have a plan for our day off."

"Never plan ahead, Rose Tyler." The Doctor beamed. "Even the best laid plans go to waste. Especially when they involve us." He frowned pensively. "I wonder why that is…"

Rose didn't give him time to dwell on the subject. "It's a beautiful day. It's fairly warm, and the sun's almost out. Why don't we go to the park or something?"

"An adventure! Just like the old days! Shiver and Shake!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"This one's not ready for aliens," Rose warned, laughing.

"He seems to like this alien well enough," the Doctor's voice turned slightly breathy.

Rose swatted him lightly. "He doesn't know. B'sides, he's not the only one that likes this alien," she held him from behind, her eyes laughing and smile shining. "Call for a zeppelin. Say, twenty minutes? I'll pack us a lunch. You get yourself and Tony ready."

"Make it an hour." The Doctor grinned impishly. "I know how long you take to get ready, Rose Tyler. Took you long enough to be ready for all our other adventures," he winked, referencing their time on the TARDIS.

"There's no time on the TARDIS," Rose bantered easily. The Doctor quickly kissed her forehead, picking up Tony and heading back upstairs, leaving Rose to start lunch.

"Ready, Tony?" The Doctor pulled on a pair of shorts.

"Park!" Tony cried happily.

"Okay, now, where did I put my trainers?" The Doctor mused. He hunted across the bedroom for his Converse, only to look up and see Tony chewing the laces. "Nooo!" He cried dramatically, gently pulling the shoe from Tony's mouth. The Doctor laced his trainers and led Tony back down.

"I'll finish, you get dressed," he kissed Rose's cheek happily, loving the domesticity. Domestics with Rose made the whole thing, not only bearable but, enjoyable.

The Doctor packed Rose's lunch into a portable cooler. He also grabbed juice pouches, water, sunscreen, his brainy specs, Rose's hair clips, an extra outfit for Tony, and a pumpkin. He considered his selections, then put the pumpkin back in the garden. It was a bit heavy to take with them on a picnic, especially if they ended up on the run. Which they probably would. They were the Doctor and Rose Tyler, after all.

Rose came back from their bedroom dressed in loose overalls and a tee shirt. "Ready?"

"Allons-y!"