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The Doctor flicked levers, pressed buttons and read scanners, completely in his element. The TARDIS was hurtling through the time vortex with him and Rose on board, the last planet they had been to was safe, and they were eagerly awaiting their next wonderful adventure. All was right in the world.
Of course, you should never say that, it is far too much of a temptation to fate.
The Doctor pressed a complicated series of digits into a control panel, grinning all the while. Well, until he noticed it. Sitting in the crook of one of the large, coral like structures, was a small neon pink item. Was it a bomb, or something intended to sabotage the Tardis? Then he thought about it for a second, and came to two conclusions. One: if it was, then who put it there? No one but he and Rose had been inside the Tardis in ages, and it certainly hadn’t been there yesterday. Two: Why place a bomb there? Though he would never admit it, the corals were purely for aesthetic - they had no influence on the structural integrity of the console room.
He quickly decided that the best method of investigation was to go over and pick it up. So he did. It was a little smaller than an apple, and oval shaped, wrapped in neon-pink coloured aluminium foil, which he knew to be very widely used on earth. He shrugged and slipped it into his pocket, before returning to the console.
Not long after that, he spotted something else out of place. Wedged at the top of the hat stand was a small yellow object, identical to the pink one in every aspect apart from colour. His confusion growing, the Doctor slipped this one into his pocket too, and tried to return to flying the Tardis. And then he spotted another, nestled in the pocket of his coat, which was hanging over the railings.
Piloting abandoned, the Doctor began to scour the Tardis for more of these strange foil-wrapped objects. There was a green one hidden under the console, a blue one on the stairs. Three roundels had different coloured ovals wedged in them, and there were at least five concealed on the upper canopy.
The Doctor shoved all of these into his pockets, beginning to get concerned. What on Gallifrey were all of these things doing? And where had they come from? And then he heard it. A quite giggle, as though someone was attempting to muffle their laughter.
Then he noticed Rose emerging from the doorway, now openly cackling at his shocked expression and the pile of eggs that were threatening to burst out of his pocket.
“What are they?” He asked her.
She tried to choke back the gales of laughter so that she could get a word out in answer. “They’re easter eggs.”
“What?” The Doctor was confused.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Easter Eggs?” Said Rose, still giggling, “ I thought youd've invented them or something.”
“Nope.” Said the Doctor, spinning one in his hand thoughtfully.
“They’re little chocolate eggs wrapped in foil.” Rose explained.
“Oh, so you eat them….” The Doctor realised.
“Yes, what else were you planning on doing with them?” She threw him a questioning look.
“I thought they were dangerous….”
Rose chuckled at this. “Well, it depends how many you have I suppose. Look, they’re delicious.” She picked one up, popping it into her mouth and chewing happily. “We have them on Easter, as a sort of celebration. Easter is….”
“Yes, I know what Easter is. I was there.” Said the Doctor absently, as he slowly peeled the foil off an egg.
“What?” Said Rose, through the chocolate. She still wasn’t used to the Doctor’s ability to casually name drop famous historical events. He shrugged, popping the egg into his mouth and grinning.
“Good, aren’t they.” Said Rose, smiling at his reaction. He nodded enthusiastically. “I’m glad you like them. We’ve got a lot to get through.” Said Rose, gesturing to the pile the Doctor had collected. She was slightly regretting buying so many.