The Doctor checks the uppermost bits of the cabinet for condensed milk - he seems to remember Charley liking that - but can't find any. People usually just get regular milk at this point, don't they?

There's thankfully a few mugs as well, otherwise it would've been a bit awkward, drinking tea from small bowls or something. And with the kettle it doesn't take long to heat up water.

"I should warn you that there are a few other familiar faces in town besides me," he says, pouring water for them both. "Not that... my face is familiar," he adds with a brief frown, then shakes the thought away. He picks a fruity teabag and an exorbitant amount of sugar.