"Nah, I'll land us somewhere," he said, tugging on a few levers. "You've practically rebuilt the TARDIS's trajectory systems, it's about time we put some of them to use, don't you think?"

He twisted a dial. "What do you think about something exotic?" he asked. "Morafia 8? Best spiced Domozian eggs in the quadrant."

He tapped a few things into the keyboard and watched, pleasantly surprised as the TARDIS immediately found their destination and started them in that direction.