Title: Of All the Places
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I'd...probably still be writing fanfiction, but I wouldn't post it. Also, my name would be in the credits. I know it's hard to tell because they move so fast, but it's not.
Characters: The Doctor, Donna
Summary: Donna wants a meal, but she's not exactly happy with where the Doctor takes her. Mostly dialogue fic.
A/N: I was watching Gordon Ramsey, and there was an episode with a pub on. Then a plotbunny bit me in the foot. It was quite painful.
"Oh, look at that!"
"Doctor, look at me."
"Blimey, this place is brilliant, isn't it?"
"Oh, good, here comes the food."
"What are we doing here?"
"What do you mean? We've come for a meal."
"Yeah, but here?"
"All of the universe, Doctor, and you take me to a bleeding pub."
"Oh, Donna, but this is the place, here, a regular pub, with regular people and regular food. This, this here, this is it, Donna."
Suddenly a scream split the air, and there was a loud crack as a small, slimy alien burst through the kitchen doors.
"And regular aliens?"