Who: Nine and Jack What: Dinner Where: Kitchen When: Evening Rating: TBD
The Doctor hummed to himself as he moved gracefully around the kitchen. He'd gotten more of a chance to cook, lately, with the TARDIS out of his direct control. He was almost enjoying that part of it. He gave the sauce a quick stir, grinning, then added a touch more spice to it. He was making a large pot of pasta, in case anyone on the ship wanted some. Sort of on a first-come first-serve basis. His humming grew louder. He felt strangely content in the kitchen, he really did.