Bread Pudding and Chats
Since coming back from Florida, the Doctor had been feeling better. Yes, the paradox was still affecting him, his Timelord physiology protested against the pure existence of the place. But, that said, it had returned to just headaches and the odd dizzy spell, not to mention the nigh constant niggle at the back of his mind or the feeling that his skin was crawling. BUT, the point was, his body and mind weren't about to shut themselves down into healing coma, like they had threatened a couple of weeks ago. Not only had the break improved his health but he had also felt that he and Rose were back on pleasant terms. Which was always a good thing.
The Doctor felt out of the loop on what had been going on whilst he had been suffering from paradox sickness and so as soon as he was back he had started to move around again. Popping down to the diner to get some bread pudding was a good plan. Not only because there was spare bread pudding going but also there would be people around to talk to. And the Doctor certainly liked to talk to people, so here he was.