Though Whoufflé has admittedly caught my interest, this was not meant to be anything shippy (that's not a word, but it is now). However, if you want to see it that way, I suppose if you squint…
Ever since she was a child, Clara had always had a Bath Day every Sunday. It was a time away from the bustling world outside, a time where she could relax and get a rare taste of what peaceful quiet was like. Having adventures on the TARDIS was great; Clara didn't want it any other way. However, not even the moons of Elphie or the great skies of Pluvis could change her mind when it came to her Bath Day.
All she needed were candles, tea, a book, and some bubbles in a hot bath…some solitude would be nice, too.
"DOCTOR!"
"AH! SORRY!"
But then again, when one settles on a spaceship that smaller on the outside with an alien that has an enormous chin and no sense of personal space, solitude isn't to be expected.
"DIDN'T YOU READ THE KEEP OUT SIGN ON THE DOOR?!"
"YES, THAT'S WHY I CAME IN!"
"DOCTOR!"
"YES?!"
"GET OUT!"
"RIGHT!"
Perhaps now, Clara could look forward to some privacy in the future…although the TARDIS humming sounded a bit too much like mechanical laughter for that to be true.