"I'd say we should file a complaint, only I don't think that'll do much good," the Doctor said. He made a mental note of Mr H's mention of a game; it was an odd choice of words, to be sure, but perhaps not inaccurate... It almost was a bit like a game here (albeit a nasty one), what with the vast differences between night and day. "They might end up taking away the soup just to rub it in!"

The Doctor nodded at the confirmation that Mr H was indeed Japanese—he looked it already, and since he was from Toyko, well... "Only sometimes?" he asked with a smile. "Is the cafe a hobby, or do you just keep busy the rest of the time?"

He paused to take a sip of water. "And fourteen days is still a fairly long time, from what I've seen. I've noticed new faces popping up all the time around here." And then there were some familiar faces—like that of Rose—that vanished just as suddenly.