Even though the Doctor barely cooked, he did have some pots and pans about and pulled a skillet out for Balthazar.

"Drink tea?" He managed to scrape by and find some from Donna's kitchen when he was staying over and taking care of her post sea beast. Even if Balthazar said no, he still put the kettle on for himself.

Leaning against the counter, the Doctor had his arms crossed and he looked off in a daze, "I wonder what they're plotting now."