Who: The 8th Doctor, the 10th Doctor, and the Metacrisis Doctor (and possibly anyone else who wants to stumble in) What: Tea for all! And, of course, checking on Handy Where: Handy's room When: Teatime, of course.
The Doctor moved quickly around the kitchen, efficiently brewing a pot of tea, though he did mutter under his breath a few times about people moving things in his TARDIS. Which wasn't exactly fair, of course; it was their TARDIS, too. He settled the tea, cups, and some biscuits on a tray and went to find the metacrisis's room. Fascinating thing, a metacrisis. He'd never seen one before. And now he was feeling poorly, the unfortunate chap.
Tea was just the thing for him, though.
He wandered down the hall until he found the right room. One of the future versions of himself was supposed to meet them there as well. Together he was sure they would be able to fix the metacrisis right up.
He shifted the tray until he could hold it securely in one hand, then knocked on the door.