The Doctor had never been one for casual barbecues. It was a human tradition, after all, and his previous regenerations hadn't paid much attention to such laid-back gatherings — although he did remember a particularly memorable picnic with Rose Tyler. Different times. But now, in this quaint suburban neighborhood next to Donna's house, he found himself caught in the summer breeze, the scent of grilled delights wafting through the air.

Summer festivities had a charm of their own, he mused, as he strolled past neatly manicured lawns adorned with colorful bunting. The Doctor's brown trench coat billowed slightly in the warm breeze, and he couldn't help but be drawn toward the sound of laughter and chatter from a nearby backyard.

Curiosity got the better of him, and soon, he found himself approaching the source of the jovial sounds. His intense gaze scanned the scene as he tilted his head, attempting to decipher the intricate dance of humans engaged in casual revelry.

The Doctor, ever the curious Time Lord, couldn't resist the urge to join the festivities. With a wry grin, he stepped closer to the friendly neighbor manning the grill. "Ah, the aroma of summertime merriment! Grilled delights and human camaraderie. Quite the planetary celebration you've got here," he remarked.