"Being not-punch-colour is the best part!" the Doctor replies, affronted at the implication that somehow neon green anything would taste bad. Or neon purple, the Doctor loved a good neon purple punch and ooh, the more said about neon orange, the better. "Once, the native aliens of the planet I was visiting spiked the punch with a mild hallucinogen and I went home with a corner plant thinking it was their leader's mistress," he explains. "Suffice to say, we were married and annulled within the day."