"Did it find out anything?" The waitress had given up on getting Simon's order for now. The grumpy blonde had more or less made it hard to do anything other than get a different table's order. So, she had to make do with the Doctor and Fred.
"I'll have two stacks of mini-waffles. One side of eggs, scrambled, some bacon, some sausage - I don't care if they're links or patties. And milk and orange juice. Thank you." Fred smiled, but blushed a hint at how much she was ordering. One day she knew she'd have to pay attention to what she ate, metabolisms and all, but today wasn't going to be that day.