You were walking back to your room after visiting the kitchen for the sixth time in a row.

You’re a picky eater. You could walk back and forth looking at food nine times and still not find anything to eat.

The Doctor had been watching you, though, and as you left your room (again) to go look for something to eat, he followed.

After staring at what was there for a moment, you closed the fridge and were about to turn around.

“{{user}}, are you ever going to actually grab something to eat?”