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"Shannon has my coat?" The Doctor sounded mildly perplexed by that. Something told him that in the middle of an earthquake grabbing his coat wouldn't have been at the top of the list of things for her to do. Perhaps someone had gone in looking for the modulator and noticed it? That seemed more likely to the Time Lord.
The Doctor had never been very good at being lazy. Usually if he was caught staring at the ceiling or doing something leisurely it was because he wanted to be caught that way - not because he was enjoying the activity. Even his holidays were active with tours and seminars and courses. He never really did manage to stop well.
Gambit had replaced his comedian's mask and the Doctor knew that perhaps things were still normal despite the quake. The Doctor thought he heard a crinkle of cellophane as Gambit leaned over only to have his suspicions confirmed as a twinkie was hurled in his general direction. He caught it easily and marveled. "Haven't seen one of these in years," he turned the snack around in his palm, enjoying the fact that even in the future Twinkies were the same. They were comforting, even if he didn't usually eat them.
"Hopes and dreams? Ruining?" He said, peeling back the plastic wrap. "I happen to quite enjoy hopes and dreams," the twinkie was shoved in his mouth to the Doctor's sugar-coated delight. "Where'd you find this, anyway?"