Observing the sugar hoarder, the Doctor watched her eat the plaster looking mush that she had not flavored. Offering his hand to the dour diner, “Hello; I hate eating with strangers. This is Fred,” motioning to his companion “and I’m… well I’m the Doctor.”
Happy that he was no longer a stranger he glanced at the sugar container. “Is sugar particularly dear here? You seem to like collecting it very much.” Eying the menu, “Amazing, they have 6 kinds of muffins!” he remarked to the menu as much as his companions.