It’s been a rough few weeks. With Amy and Rory staying on earth, the Doctor’s currently without companions, and after the battering she’s taken the TARDIS needs repairs.
The planet’s small, hardly more than a moon dotted with craters, but it provides a solid surface to land on and the natives are certainly friendly, if rather pink and looking remarkably… knitted. Well, he’s seen stranger creatures and he’s sure he probably looks just as odd to them.
“Thank you.” He smiles at the dragon, accepting green soup, and returns to his conversation with the natives. Good thing he can whistle!