The Doctor -- John -- considered that question, as if there might actually be some kind of wrong answer involved. Finally, he rose his eyebrows, frowned dramatically in a way that still seemed like he was smiling and shrugged. "Nahhh. Welllll. Maybe? You never know, do you? Could be a party. One man? I could invite others?" For all that considering, he clearly hadn't decided on any one reply.
"It'd be a good party, in any case. Can't go wrong with bananas. Hello!" He wiggled his fingers at her, and then her small child in turn.