The Doctor turned up a brow watching her move about the kitchen at a blazing fast pace. Shaking his head as he heard her and wasn't able to get a word in edge wise until she finally drew up near him and had a finger full of chocolate stuffed in his face, "It is, but I don't want you feeling like you have to do it all of the time, plus you've been doing it far more lately than usual..."
The Doctor gave in though, and drew his lips around her finger to pull the chocolate from it before grinning and raising a brow when he pulled away, "Mm, wonderful as always--what are you making? It looks to be quite the whole meal really. Are you sure you don't need some rest? A little bit of relaxation maybe? I'm serious when I say we can go out and give you a break from all of this, and don't say it's not a big deal because it is..."
She was cute, beautiful, funny, smart; she really had nothing to be jealous of at all, and she'd always have his attention, which is probably why he was even here in the first place. He could tell something was a bit off about her, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on it.