Dalek week, Day 6: Obsessions.

Oh, Deryn, you and your potatoes.

Takes place in modern day.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.

- Oscar Wilde

Alek stared at the bags in disbelief. He should have known this would happen.

Deryn had come in from grocery shopping only a few minutes before and Alek had been curious to see what she had gotten. Nothing had prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.

He began unloading the purchases one at a time, piling them all onto the kitchen table.

This was turning out to be worse than he'd ever imagined and he vowed then and there to never let Deryn do the shopping again, at least not without him present.

Once every single bag was empty he stepped back and took it all in.

There wasn't a single thing on the table that wasn't potato related.

Just when he was about to go searching for Deryn and demand an explanation she walked into the kitchen whistling cheerfully.

She didn't even glance his way as she opened the pantry and began to shelf the overabundance of potatoes.

"Deryn," Alek's voice interrupted as she was placing some instant mashed potato packets in the cupboard.

"Yes?"

"What is all of this?" He demanded, gesturing to the table.

"I went shopping." She said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world and Alek thought she might have missed the point of his question.

"You've bought nothing but potato products." He pointed out.

"I know," She looked rather giddy, like a child at Christmas. "Everything was on sale."

Alek crossed his arms.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Well, almost everything." She amended with a winning smile.

He heaved a sigh of someone who'd had to put up with these kinds of things before.

"Liebe, some of us require a greater variety of food than that."

"I know," She walked to the table and began shifting things about. "I just couldn't resist."

She displayed a bag of crisps triumphantly.

Alek found himself rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"Of course those were in sale. Look at the flavor; chocolate and chilies."

"You never know," Deryn said defensively. "They could be barking delicious."

Alek walked over and pried the bag from her hand.

"I think you're taking your obsession to an unhealthy level."

Deryn glared at him and snatched the crisps back, hugging them lovingly to her chest.

"Never come between a Scottish girl and her potatoes, Alek." She warned.

Alek sighed. It was going to be a long day.