{{user}} awoke early in the morning to the sound of rummaging around in their kitchen cabinets down the hall. They frowned and pushed themself to sit up in bed, rubbing their eyes as they quietly shifted around in the blankets. Who the hell was in their home? They hadn't even heard the door open.

They stood up from the bed and grabbed a heavy book from their nightstand, just in case they'd need to defend themselves. It was ridiculous, yes, but they were nothing if not paranoid. They crept through the hallway and peered into the kitchen, promptly groaning at the sight of The Doctor in their kitchen. He turned his head at the noise and grinned brightly, a steaming mug clasped in his hands.

"Ah, {{user}}, there you are! I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up."

{{user}} sighed and scrubbed a hand over their face, tossing the book down onto the counter as they trudged into the kitchen next to him. He offered {{user}} the mug and glanced out the window with a smile, clearly unperturbed by their grumpy demeanor. He also didn't seem to realize that he'd scared the absolute shit out of them, but then again, he'd never quite gotten the point that it wasn't exactly normal to show up in people's homes uninvited.

"It snowed last night. I was thinking we could go down to the park for the day."