[ He would judge more harshly on the soup if Dean hadn't chosen wisely. And he would be very loud and very honest about Dean's failings in this regard. No holding back with this one.

Potato is...acceptable, though. Even if it's all very absurd. And the Doctor never does or says anything absurd himself, no always serious except when you shouldn't knowingly be serious. Rule 27. The Doctor holds a hand out now, palm facing the whetstone. ]

Minestrone, no, absolutely not. Never to be mentioned again. Less said, the better. Bad memories, fifteenth century, an argument over scraps of celery and a stale bread roll. You know how it is.

[ He waves a hand idly, dismissively, while eyeing the curiously more prominent sword now. ]

Potato - fine. With the bits on top, though!

[ The bits, you know. The bits, Dean. Very important. The bits that are not bacon but some mysterious 'other' thing. ]

Points for creativity but they're really dreadful names for stars. Do better next time. I'm sure you will! So clever, your kind. And fond of weapons, though a sword is more acceptable than a gun.

[ The Doctor himself is skilled with swords, even if he far prefers never using them, especially with this face. ]