A/N Hello! This is my first ever story so it's very nice to meet you all! Enjoy and feel free to review, if you'd like! This is probably my shortest chapter!

Chapter 1- Calling the Zaefarian Queen Fat

"Right then," cried the Doctor, pulling Clara forcefully into the Tardis and slamming the doors tightly shut behind them, muffling the angry sounds of war calls and screeches. "No problem. Just a slight run in with some slightly agitated Zaefarians." He jumped enthusiastically to the TARDIS console, pulled a few levers and pushed a few buttons. "But we always manage to escape in time, don't we Clara?" He twirled around to face his companion, hands lifted in the air. "Where to next?"

Clara raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest. She did not look happy. "Doctor," she started.

"Let's see... there's Zygfroid, Barcelona... ooh you'd love Barcelona, Clara!"

"Doctor..."

"Salify, Contagon,Lillyloopdatoria..."

"Doctor! Stop!"

The Doctor quickly closed his mouth and stepped away from the console. "Right sorry... this gob of mine."

"Doctor are we even going to talk about what happened out there?" Clara said impatiently.

"Well let's see, we ran into some very unfriendly Zaefarian soldiers who proceeded to take us to their queen and we ended up in a jail cell for a few days where we conjured up an escape plan and ran for our lives." He paused. "Pretty accurate description, am I correct?"

She took a step closer. "Doctor, you basically called the Queen fat.."

He scoffed. "I merely commented on her diet, I was only trying to..."

"I think we really need to work on your social skills, Doctor. They could save us a few days in jail." She took a seat and lifted her feet up on the TARDIS console. The TARDIS in response gave an agitated groan and Clara quickly removed her feet.

"I'll have you know that my social skills, are impeccable, Clara Oswald, and I am highly insulted."

She stood up and stepped closer to him, so that he was able to smell her perfume from her close vicinity. "Listen, I know this is a sensitive subject..."

"Sensitive?"

"But if you're traveling with me , I at least expect to see some decent table manners."

He opened his mouth to argue, but with a quick look at her knowing smirk and her impatient foot tapping against the TARDIS grating, he knew he couldn't possibly win an argument against Clara Oswald.

"Alright, Clara, and how do you want to go about this lesson?"

She smiled brightly and spun around, walking around the console until she met him again on the other side. "Take me home, Chin Boy," she grinned.

"Home? Why home?"

"A test. Let's see how well you manage to sit through a family dinner. Saturday, May 25th, Angie and Artie's Aunt and Uncle invited me to dinner. I'm supposed to go anyways, so why don't you just join me?"

The Doctor stared at her, dumbfounded. "No. No, absolutely not."

She smacked his arm and he let out a small yelp. "And why not?" she demanded.

He scrunched his nose. "It's too... domestic. Human."

She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Doctor, you're being ridiculous. It's only one night."

"But Clara," he exclaimed, stepping away from her and running his hand through his hair. "Think of what we could do in one night! We could... save the universe again!"

"I think the universe can give us a night off, don't you think Doctor?"

"Clara..." he groaned.

"Don't you Clara me! Get dressed, we're going to dinner."

"What are you talking about? I am dressed."

She paused and looked him up and down. She gave him nothing but a sigh and a purse of her lips. "Whatever you say Doctor," she called to him, disappearing down one of the many TARDIS corridors.