The Doctor lifted a thumb to brush beneath her eyes, wiping away the tears, shaking his head quickly, "I don't like that I died either. Never feels quite right, always feels... off. Though I've learned to rather like the new me," He offered with a bit of a jest, and then raised a brow when she touched his cheek.
"Nope! Love a good jam. And a scone, love a scone," He stepped back and looked her over, "And as wonderful as ever, Rose Tyler. You're not hurt are you? They were kind to you upon arrival I assume? Bit odd these people, and I'm not entirely sure I trust them just yet."
Still, he then nodded towards the table, and moved to take a seat at it, before taking a bite of his scone, then immediately making a face and spitting it into his napkin and quickly tossing it towards the trash.