[ The Doctor’s tucked himself into a dark corner.

It’s actually the small hall outside the kitchen and he’s standing behind the door, with the lights off and is that some weird sort of monocle strapped around his head? It definitely is. A spyglass, actually, but customized a bit. And he presses his index finger to his lips, a wicked smile on his face.

Isn’t this what you wanted to wake up to in the early morning? This one hasn’t slept at all, for a decent few days. ]

A few days ago, [ he whispers, ] Rory called me to ask about crumbs on the counter in the kitchen. Because apparently that was very important. But it got me thinking; who left that mess, exactly? I hear the others waking up now, so we’re going to see.

[ Yes. This is very important.

So, with the bracelet, he shuffles to peek around the door into the lit kitchen. ]

[ In the kitchen, a figure that can only be Rory with all that sticking up hair stands with his back to the dark hallway where the Doctor has hidden himself. The sound of a knife scraping across toast can be heard, but becomes slower and slower until it stops all together. Yes, he's fallen asleep while standing up.

The knife clatters noisily from his hand onto the countertop and snaps him back to life again quickly, though. Giving his head a shake, he turns, bleary-eyed and still only half-awake, to pad out of the kitchen with a piece of toast in hand, leaving the rest of the bread (and yes, crumbs!) out on the counter.

Can you really blame him? It's early, and he's absolutely spent from healing the lot of you and your scrapes during the battle. And dealing with the Doctor, but that's another matter entirely. ]

[ That is all he needs. So, he jumps out of his hiding place and-- ]

Aha! It was you!

[ Dramatic pointing and everything. ]

[ Well, good job, Doctor. You've startled him and he's dropped his toast. Another mess to clean up. ]

What? Doctor, it's... [ Early. He just sighs at his ruined toast and rubs his eyes. ] Sorry--remind me what I'm being blamed for?

[ Oh, hush, Rory, it’s easy to make a new one. ]

You’re the one who leaves the crumbs on the counter in the morning.

[ He sounds so triumphant, as if this is the greatest victory of all time or... something, as he gestures at said counter. ]

Shame on you.

[ Rory just stares at him and tries to put the pieces together, clearly not woken up enough by being startled by the Doctor. Then, it finally clicks. ]

You...you've been investigating this?

[ Just so bewildered right now. ]

Why--Okay, look, Doctor, I need to get to work.

[ He raises his eyebrows. ]

Of course I have, you were accusing me! And besides, I get bored. It’s an as good pastime as any. Do you have any other small mysteries that need solving? Aside from whether or not everyone likes toast, which is still impossible.

[ Rory heaves a sigh and stares some more, still looking confused, the poor man. ]

Everyone likes toast. Take a poll.

[ And with that, he brushes right by the Doctor to stumble off to prepare for the day. You'll notice his kitchen mess has still not been cleaned up. ]

[ The Doctor gives an indignant sniff at that, as if he wasn’t the one to scare the daylights out of someone, and calls over his shoulder after Rory. ]

Fine!

[ And then he turns back to the screen. ]

Right, you heard him. Does everyone like toast?

[ Perhaps he'll fix a new toast for Rory. ]

((OOC: The Doctor is blue, Rory is red. They'll both be replying.))