Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 612: Peckish at dw100.

Summary: Alien delicacies smell better than they sound.

After several hours of wandering around the alien market, Clara was beginning to feel a bit peckish. There were so many wonderful aromas coming from the stalls they were passing, so many delicious-looking alien delicacies waiting to be sampled.

She caught hold of the Doctor’s sleeve before he could wander off. “Can we get something to eat?”

“You’re hungry?”

“Just a bit. Is there anything here safe for a human consumption?”

“Oh, lots of things. Here, how about some groosh?”

“What’re they?”

“Sort of like deep fried land slugs.”

Clara pulled a face. “No thanks, I just lost my appetite.

The End