"Yeah, but then we can't go swimming for another hour," the Doctor whined before joining him. He wasn't about to turn down breakfast, especially not with how much his stomach was growling, but he did want to make a point of complaining about going down as soon as possible. He was pretty sure they shouldn't have waited all of last night, too, but he wouldn't have given that night up.

He sniffed and sat near Jack, not quite so close to the edge. The box had some strange sort of fruit and some roll with a fish-like meat inside. He took a bite. It was strange, but definitely filling.

"How's the city this morning?" he asked.