"Well, I try and talk them out of it. If that doesn't work, I shout at them. If all else fails, I run away or take them down with science. Or cake." Frankly, it seemed like it would be a waste of good cake, so the Doctor was loathe to explore that option. Besides, he had other ways of dealing with problems as well, even if he didn't like to talk about them.

"Plans! Right! I've got one. Do I?" he thought to himself for a moment and shook his head. "No quite, no. But as I said, working on it." He grinned disarmingly at Priere.