"Traveling doctor, I like that. Bit of Martha Jones about you." He starts to divest her of things, throwing bits and bobs into various piles seemingly at random.

"Super toast. I like that. But no." He throws the toaster in its own pile.

"Technically it parked itself. I just took advantage of the opportunity. Anyway." He divests her of her last item. "Sphere is yours to keep. Remember what I said about the purring.

Ta!"

And he goes to crouch over one pile and further fine tune his sorting.