"You two are going to give him a sugar high," objects Andrew, but Märet's already taken Donna's ice cream and begun to devour it. The Doctor-shaped meta-crisis sighs heavily and, after a moment, bites into the banana himself. It isn't like he doesn't like them, and if the Doctor doesn't want it at least he can keep Märet from having quite so much sugar if he eats it himself.

With a gentle tug on the leash to get Märet to follow, he's off after the Doctor at an only slightly more sedate pace, assuming that Donna will come along as well. "Yeah, and how many nice days have we known that have turned out to have an invasion? Whatever it is, I doubt it's just space junk."