Oh, right. They'd need money to buy dinner. "Rose, Rose, Rose," he said with a chuckle. There was a bank up the street, and he tugged her towards it. "We don't worry about money," he added as they came to the ATM. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and flicked it on. A moment later he was stuffing a stack of bills into his pocket. "Not the best solution, but the galactic exchange rate is rubbish."