Sometimes, Rose mused, life aboard the TARDIS could be positively domestic. They were on their way somewhere; she didn’t have a clue where because the Doctor said it was a surprise and she’d find out when they got there, which left her at a bit of a loose end. Mooching around the labyrinth of corridors, she found the Doctor in one of the kitchens.
“Perfect timing!” the Doctor beamed at her. “I’m just making tea. Fancy a cup?”
“Oooh, yes please!” One thing she and the Doctor always agreed on; there was nothing better than a nice hot cuppa.