The Doctor walked over and sat down at a small circular table, across from Rose, relaxing with a leg sticking out as he rested his right hand on the surface of the table itself, giving off all the impression in the world that he was relaxed and enjoying himself. Which he was. After all, there hadn't been any running or screaming or general panic, so he had the time to enjoy himself and just watch, observe, do what he did best. The tea quickly arrived, as well as some food, and the Doctor was comfortable enough letting Rose pour him some before doing the same for herself. 

He lifted his tea cup as well, humming at the taste of the soft colored liquid as he drank it in slow sips. Absolute perfect temperature, fine taste, it was stuff like this he didn't have a chance to appreciate during the War. Fortunately, actually drinking the beverage was enough to distract him from going down memory lane. "Of course,' he replied as he lowered his cup. "Don't want anything crazy happening at a resort. It's bad for business."

He sighed in appreciation as he placed his cup back down, eyes scanning the crowds. "I agree," he replied to her comment on the state of the tea, before giving them both refills from the pot that rested between them. He then picked up one of the tarts, quickly snapping it down. "The food isn't too bad either."