"We can owe each other a tea, yeah? I mean, who drinks just one cup of tea, really? Madness." He pushed back the empty chair from the table with his foot, just enough so he had room to to slide into his spot at the small, round table.
"Yes, urban adventure, well said. It's tough to meet people these days, everyone's busy looking at screens. Big ones on their desks, in their laps, little ones they keep in their pockets and update their Twitter in the middle of my lectures, not that it makes me cross—okay, maybe it does, a bit. But that's not why we're here, we're here because of Steven and more importantly Sven."
When the server approached their table, it didn't take long for the Doctor to decide on Earl Gray as his brew of choice. Though, with the way he rambled, his sudden strike of decisiveness could have appeared rather alarming. But as soon as their orders were placed, he was back at it.
"So, Jean, Doctor Jean Grey," he said, as though testing the sound of her name for the first time. "So when you're not managing trauma and not engaging in mad, one-uppence games of Name that Steven, what is it you do with yourself?"