“Damn shame about your airplane, Doctor!” Nathaniel clapped him on the back so hard the Time Lord almost fell over.
“And nearly being eaten by a lion,” Phoebe prompted.
“Indeed. Stay and have dinner with us.”
Nyssa stiffened. “We wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble-”
“Nonsense! Phoebe cooks enough to feed an army! Come along!” The other guests followed him while Nyssa and the Doctor lingered.
“Must we? A hunting party-”
“Doesn’t thrill me either,” the Doctor agreed, “but we need their help to find the TARDIS again.” He held out his arm and, reluctantly, she took it.