who john [ten], rose tyler, and their house guest, troy [eleven] what guess who's coming to dinner! where john & rose's flat when sunday evening (12/28) warnings nah!
Ever since Rose had come into his life, John seemed to be constantly on the go. It was a wonderful sensation, the art of being busy for reasons outside of work. He was such a workaholic, easily buried in anything academic at the drop of a hat, and only really went home to eat, read, then sleep. It was a heavily committed routine, one he'd absolutely broken since meeting the girl who was now his flatmate, kitten and all.
Between visiting friends across the board, John had woken up having almost completely forgotten that his cousin was coming to dinner. So, he'd launched himself out of bed, out the door, and to the store to get the items he'd need for dinner. He'd been cooking more often, it seemed, though that wasn't quite the case. He'd made his first foray in the world of Christmas dinner with Rose around, so at least he had experience.
Moving about the apartment at lightning speed, he'd done some help tidying up the remnants of their blanket fort (probably best guests not see how childish the pair of them could be when left to their own devices) and then set to work making a roast. He'd panicked over what to serve on the side until he'd recalled that he'd procured red potatoes, and--
"Rose!" He called out, leaving the potatoes and some carrots to simmer in a pot. "How do you feel about custard? Think that's something Troy enjoys, he did always have an odd taste palate... in fact..." Trailing off, John scratched at his sideburns in thought.