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Alisa shudders herself, but she's bared witness to an accidental hot room show back in Cardiff. "Ugh, nasty flashbacks..." She reaches for a piece of sausage pizza.

Jack grabs a slice of pepperoni. "They'll give you a dirty look if you ask for a banana pizza here." He laughs, as he takes a napkin along with a seat. "You can order almost everything here."

"I'll leave those two be. Theta's Jack needs the company."

The Doctor had nothing to say about any Iantos or Jacks. His own set were quite insane. One would kill for the other...who would rather chase after anyone else then the man he was suppose to love. But such was human relationships. He'd had enough of them, personally.

Oh Rose. His Pancake Rose. He had no idea why he called her that. She never ate pancakes with him...

When this Rose assures him that there will be splits later, he smiles as he always does and sits down on the floor with a piece of pizza in each hand.

And of course, because the Doctor sits on the floor, so does she. Perhaps with a bit more poise, because Torchwood was Torchwood, and she was still used to being in charge, but still the floor. Because it was either that or get him to sit in a chair, and uprooting him suddenly from a TARDIS had rattled him enough that day. As far as she was concerned, anyway.

She smiled, holding a hand under a slice of mushroom pizza to keep it spilling over borrowed clothing. "Maybe we could stay in and make our own banana pizzas next time? Mum used to make pizzas sometimes."

Jack looks at the gathering on the floor, so it doesn't exactly hurt for him to join them there. He takes a bite out of the pizza in his hand. "We need a better oven for that."

"A toaster isn't exactly going to work," Jack smirks between bites, and the gathering on the Hub floor is a nice relief.

Alisa shrugs with her slice of pizza, and to the floor gathering she goes. "I think poor Ianto, has enough to clean-up." She thinks a bit. "There's a good diner that has great splits near by."

"Oh yeah?" The Doctor's eyes were bright and sparkling, and this was only because he had no idea that Theta laid dead and alone in his own TARDIS. He could eat pizza happily, secure in the knowledge that in an hour from now, perhaps a little more if he went for banana splits, he'd see the man.

Oh, he had no idea how wrong that was.

He believed he met Alisa once or twice, but he liked her already. He liked the conversation. He liked the people here. It seemed right to be with Jack and Rose again, and it hardly mattered that they were not his.

Rose would have been sick to her stomach herself, if she'd known. For now, she assumed he'd simply been talked down, or at worst given something of a sedative and left to calm down in the TARDIS.

She fixed Jack with a sideways look. "How can you not have an oven?"

"Ianto would have a fit," Alisa says between mouth fulls. She's enjoying the company, and compared to how it was with the tenseness that the Broken Doctor's Jack brought this is just nice.

Jack gives Rose an innocent smile. "I'm sure we can find one to put in here. Nobody here cooks, it's not like you can leave a roast in there when the monster of the week takes half a day to dispatch." He didn't intend to kill Theta either, the amount of blood he saw coming from his wrist was disturbing.

Then it came down to Theta's Jack and the shot fired. Jack's eyes lower themselves down to the pizza. "The diner sounds nice. I take you'll be staying here then?" He asks that Doctor and he looks to Rose.

The Doctor blinks. Staying? "No, just a few hours. I need to get back." Theta would be waiting for him. Two hours, he'd said, and the doors of the TARDIS would open. Could anyone blame him for having a one track mind?

Well. Yes. They all could actually. And no one knew that Theta had almost ended his life when the voices got too bad. It had been a bad night. The Doctor was tired. But he wasn't going to stay here longer than he needed.

"But thank you for the pizza!"

Oh, but that was not an excuse to lack an oven. There were all sorts of alternative uses for ovens, after all. Never knew when one might come in handy during an invasion.

She'd have addressed that if not for that briefly brooding expression--or perhaps it was only thoughtful--didn't immediately follow. And then the direct question, sidetracking her. "Me? Oh, no. Just visiting to use up all your supplies." She offered a brief smilet to the room. "The TARDIS still can't stay very long outside her home universe. And I hear there's a bit of a salamander problem to clear up."

"Right, just b ecareful that's not exactly a good place to go this time of night," Alisa suggests to both of them.

"We're starting to run out of room," Jack gives a playful wink, as he reaches for another slice of pizza. "I could always stuff everyone in that bunker of mine."

Salamander! The Doctor's eyes lit up. No. No. This was not the time at all for an adventure! He could go later. On his fifth slice of pizza -- which he ate by picking apart like a child -- the Doctor swallowed what he had packed into his cheese and followed it with some milk.

This was an excellent dinner he decided. The best. Pizza tomorrow it would be!

"I have a TARDIS to return to, too. We have a lot of TARDIS's here."

"Aww, Salamanders, different planet, different time, different universe. I'll be fine." She noted the sparkle of adventure in the Doctor's eyes, and offered a warm smile in return. Of course, if he did want to tag along, he could...but it would mean leaving his universe, and that wasn't the most pleasant thing to do.

Honestly, she wouldn't have been able to guarantee she coud get back in any timely manner. She always did, but never because she did anything but fall through ever widening cracks.

"Oi, you're not stuffing me anywhere, Captain Jack."

"Uh oh, there goes Tokyo!" Alisa couldn't help watched the Doctor's eyes just light up, and she watches him almost finish off the pizza. "Take some back with you. Theta might like it."

"I take your Jack's dying for a three way also?" Alisa chuckles at the stuffing comment. "I'd like to avoid a broken bone or three."

"Let's see, there's Rose, you, Theta and there's The Captain's TARDIS." Jack concludes. "Right, take the pizza with you to Theta." Jack listens about the Salamanders. "You missed the elemental we had. I also missed this one."

Three ways? He blinks owlishly. At least he doesn't have sauce all over his face to complete the five year old boy impression he seemed to be doing.

Still. It was better than attacking someone.

Ignoring the talk about pizza and elementals and the count of the TARDISes, the Doctor backpedaled a bit. "Three way? Who?"

The answers to the other comments, such as elementals or a cutting remark about Jack's chances were forstalled by the Doctor's blank look and his question.

It was briefly surprising, given that her own Doctor had been the one to introduce her to the concept that 51st century humans were obsessed with 'dancing' with anyone and everyone they met. (So maybe he exagerrated) But this was a different Doctor, and 'dancing' wasn't exactly on the same linguistic level as 'three way'.

"It's..." She blinked, and directed a distinctly 'mind your mouth around the kids' look at Jack. "Nothing that's ever happenin'."

He very much so over exaggerated. Jack gives a bit of an innocent grin, but he with holds on an answer. "Like Rose said, it's not going to happen."

Jack reaches over for another slice of pizza, and the amount of pizza left has greatly dwindled. "Very complicated."

The Doctor blinks and though the other humans in the room look amused, he just happens to have an almost too precious confusion on his face for the time being. "I've got to be the most clever person here. I guarantee it's not too complicated for me to understand, Captain. Try me."

Oh, Jacks should have known better than trying to brush something away by implying the Doctor wasn't clever enough to understand. For that he got another scathing look. One that she kept usually for miscreant employees during emergency situations. One that said she'd sack them in a heartbeat if they mucked it up.

Technically, he wasn't under her authority, but that was beside the point.

"You brought it up."

Jack looks at Rose, and then back to The Doctor. He expected him to know about these things. He reaches to rub the back of his neck, as he goes to explain this to The Doctor.

"It's when there's three people involved sexually." Jack opts to avoid any graphic details. "It's an old 51st century tradition."

Alisa scrunches her face up, and she can't help but laugh a bit. "Poor Jack. 51st century tradition? Uh huh."

"That would technically be a new one as the 51st Century has not started yet," the Doctor pointed out, in absolutely no way shocked by this revelation. "Humans and their sexuality. Isn't one enough at a time? Or does it have to do with how many hands you have? One for each?"

He wasn't attempting to be funny, he was just curious.

Perhaps a little too curious. He filed this away for later.

A 51st century tradition. She didn't doubt that it'd somehow worked itself into a tradition by the 51st century. The way she heard it told, it might as well have been the age of hedonism. Of course...she'd really only ever heard about it from Jack. Chances were, he exagerrated.

Given that the Doctor's curiosity currently fixated on Jack, Rose kept her attention on her pizza, and tossed a small smile toward the other woman, Alisa. After all, by her reckoning, Jack started it.

Alisa can't help but laugh at the two. "The Doctor's right. The 51st century didn't start yet. One person is enough for this human."

Jack very likely exaggerated on the numerous partners and the will sleep with anyone. He looks between the three with a mouth full of pizza. "I remember something with you, and begging to squish-squish someones well you know."

The Doctor looked confused again about something he obviously didn't know and why it might need to be squished. Oh, what a mess that thought was! He sucked in a breath, sure that they were talking about bananas now, and had the most devastatingly cute -- and horrified -- look on his face.

Oh look at that. Watch Rose choke on her pizza and then spiral into a coughing fit. Vengeance will be sought and found for that, Jack Harkness. "I remember a vow of dignity involved."

The expression on the Doctor's face turned her attention from Jack, however, "You alright, Doctor?" It couldn't have happened for him, clearly, even if the Doctor had remembered that.

Alisa shoots Jack a bit of a look, that softens into a warm smile friendly smile. The relaxed atmosphere is welcomed, and she reaches over for another slice of pizza. "A vow of dignity involved? I think we have a case of selective memory.

Jack looks between the two women with a mouth still filled with pizza. He then looks back at The Doctor. "That was my Doctor. Sorry."

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