It's all AU.

An orange did not quite a meal make. Especially when the body was still finishing regenerating. First up was more food, and then he could get started on other things.

The Master breezed into the hotel dining hall, thought for a minute, ordered some pasta primavera, and sat down at a table, beaming at the first person who wandered by.

The newness, and his happiness with it, wasn't wearing off anytime soon.