Pie trims. There's a meal in that somewhere. I'll make us something later. [ Something nice for the children, depending on the ingredients he can cobble together. He doesn't need much himself, and when he does, the soup served by their benevolent benefactor suits him well enough. ]

If I had my ship here with me, you could do all the reading you'd ever want. Big, beautiful library, goes on and on and on. When she finds me here, eventually, I'll show you around. [ He grins at the thought. He loves showing new people his ship. Of course, all of this is assuming quite a lot. That he'll be reunited with his TARDIS anytime soon, that he'll still be here. He's meant to be heading somewhere soon, and he intends to, but he doesn't like the idea of leaving those behind who've been so kind to them. ]

Up, you said. What's up? Have you been there before?