"--Speaking," the Doctor confirmed. "You can understand him? That's interesting." He leaned forward across the counter, probably into the butcher's personal space, and squinted at the other man. "I wonder if it's the translation field, or if the transformation allowed the vocal cords to--"
"Can you please just buy the steak?" The butcher squeaked. "T-t-talking bears shouldn't be insi--"
"Two. Hank's pick and the one just beneath it." He had City money. It was a funny thing - he didn't work, but when he truly needed something and wasn't out to thwart whatever grand plan the sentient location had in store, he found that he could always pay. Bills traded hands, followed by two slabs of paper-wrapped meat.
"If you want one, I've an extra, you know. I don't really know what to do with raw meat, but I've some jam in the TARDIS."