Funnily enough, it had been surprisingly difficult to not bury anything under anything else, he'd made so much. But a little creative plating could go a long way, and the Doctor was nothing if not creative. And mad. And clever. And more than a little silly, but that was neither here nor there. "Oh, good!" he exclaimed, grinning. "Laughter's brilliant, don't you think? The best medicine, and all of that."

Ooh, the waffles had turned out nicely. That was good, considering he'd had to make his own waffle iron. But that was okay; he'd made one before, even if that one had been mostly to save a planet from a rampaging pregnant alien queen with a hell of a craving. Nice lady, though; it hadn't been her fault that the inhabitants of that particular planet suffered from violent cravings.

"Well," he began, "I thought we could head to the latest floor. I've had a look around the other ones - have you been to Halloween Town? It's brilliant! Makes me want to hand out sweets." Ooh, sweets! He hadn't made some of those in awhile.