Nora had been about to take a sip of the hot chocolate, after blowing gently into the cup to cool it slightly. Luckily she hadn't swallowed anything or else she might have choked when the Doctor told her her age. "Nine hundred?" she asked, a little incredulously as she looked the woman up and down. After a moment of processing this information Nora seemed to accept it. Hell, why not? She was on an alien planet and she had come here in a time machine. "Looking pretty good for your age." Things got a bit awkward when the woman started talking about her home planet, a place she could apparently never go back to. Nora had almost asked why she couldn't, what had happened, but she stopped herself from asking the questions when she saw the expression on the Doctor's face.

Luckily the older woman returned, breaking the awkward silence. She was carrying a plate that had something Nora hadn't been expecting on it. it looked like some sort of dessert, not like the sort of toast she was used to. Nora watched the woman leave after setting the Doctor's order on the table, then looked at the "toast" again. "That, uh, looks amazing?" she said, and took a ssip of the hot chocolate. She swallowed some foam and wiped the foam mustache off of her lip with a napkin. "Why is it called 'toast'?"