the eighth doctor ought to (aughts) wrote in noexits,
"Love Earth," the Doctor said. "One of my favorite planets. Put a lot of work into the place. People are constantly trying to take it, you know? It's quite rude. Why not just visit? It's a wonderful place to visit. No off season. Something's always happening somewhere."
What to do first? The Doctor glanced around at the various shops and her eyes settled on a small bakery. "Hungry?" she asked.