Summary: Following a feast, the Doctor is feeling overstuffed.
“Ooooh,” the Doctor groaned, sinking gratefully onto the sofa in the TARDIS’s library. “I think I ate a bit too much.”
“Think?” Donna looked down at him, arms folded, tapping her foot. “You refilled your plate at least a dozen times, I don’t think there was anything you didn’t have second helpings of.”
“It was a feast! Wouldn’t have looked good for the guests of honour to just nibble like mice. You filled your plate more than once.”
“The difference being, I know my limits, so I didn’t overindulge. It’s your own fault you’re suffering. Gluttony is its own punishment.”