It didn't take long for Amy to wake up again, seeing as she had slept so much in the days before. The Doctor hadn't fallen asleep again, he'd simply lain there, holding her as she slept, relishing in this simple act of intimacy. He even switched off, for a bit, did that wonderfully human thing of just not thinking, just to be still.

Amy eventually stretched, only a couple of hours later, and rubbed her cheek against his chest, relishing in the feel of his warm skin. She looked up, a fleeting look of surprise crossing her face.

"What?" Asked the Doctor, a slight panicky worry clenching his chest, though he suppressed it. Now was not the time to get emotional; now was definitely not the time for that. Empathic links could be very tricky to handle at first, before they learnt to tell whose feelings were who's.

"It wasn't a dream." She said with a smile, and the worry passed in his chest passed. He smiled, and planted a kiss on her forehead before leaping up and out of bed and throwing on a dressing gown.

"I think we need breakfast!" He exclaimed with a grin. "You're human, which means you need to eat a lot!"

"Oy!" She said, sitting up and propping herself against the pillows. "What do you mean a lot?"

"Three meals a day? Plus snacks?" He told her, as he opened up a wall panel to reveal what looked like an electronic menu. "That makes about... Two thousand calories, probably more, plus all the fat and salt and-"

"Alright," She interrupted. "But you eat too. Do I need to remind you of, oh, fish fingers and custard?"

"Yes, I eat," He told her, typing in the pad. "But I don't eat as much as you do even in a week! Although, this week you haven't exactly eaten enough either. The TARDIS is probably doing her best to help out, but you do really need to eat." He looked back at her. "Did you say fish fingers and custard?"

"What do you mean the TARDIS is helping out?" She asked.

"It's like the languages," he told her as he intently pressed buttons. "The TARDIS gets into your head and helps you out. She doesn't want to see you starve so she slows down your metabolism, for as long as she can."

"Right..." She said. It made sense; she hadn't eaten anything much in days. She suddenly felt her stomach grumble.

"And now you just realised it, which means you're suddenly very hungry." He told her, looking round to see her looking a bit grumpy, and controlling himself so he wouldn't be too. "Don't worry; breakfast will be here any second now."

There was a knock on the door, almost on cue. The Doctor opened it, and took the tray from the woman behind the door, who also hooked two leis on his arm with a wink, before retreating down the corridor. He shrugged them off and walked back over to the bed, sitting on it and placing the tray carefully down.

"What is it?" Amy asked, and the Doctor took the lid off of the plate. "You've got to be kidding." She told him incredulously.

"What?" He told her, looking down at it, a little crestfallen. "It's breakfast."

"It's fish fingers and custard." She told him.

"A brand new meal for a brand new day." He took a breaded stick from the plate, dipped it in the thick yellow liquid and quickly popped it in his mouth, eating it in seconds.

"It's fish custard," She told him again. "That's not normal."

He took another stick and dipped it in the custard before placing it near her lips. "It's breakfast."

She glared at him, though with humour, he could feel, before edging forwards. She reluctantly placed the stick in her mouth, sucking off the custard with a raised eyebrow. The Doctor swallowed in unison with her. Dipping it back in the custard, he put it in front of her mouth. "Eat." He instructed. She rolled her eyes and took a bite, hunger overcoming her reluctance.

"Well?" He asked as she chewed with a slightly confused expression on her face. "What do you think."

She swallowed it down and wiped her lips. "It's fish custard."