The Doctor was peacefully sipping his coffee in the TARDIS console room, reading a book on advanced quantum mechanics. He flipped the page, and Clara ran in.
"I did it!" she said. The Doctor looked up.
"Did what?" he asked. Clara looked more excited than he had ever seen her before.
"I baked a soufflé!" she squealed. The Doctor smiled.
"You got it right?" he asked. Clara nodded. The Doctor stood up. "I'd like some," Clara nodded furiously.
"Come have some!" the Doctor walked in the direction of the kitchen. On the counter, there was a fluffy looking soufflé, with a bite missing. The Doctor licked his lips.
"That looks scrumptious," he stated. He picked up a fork, and took a bite. "It's beautiful!" Clara smiled.
"I did it!"
"Soufflé success," soon, the Doctor had devoured most of it.
"Oi!" Clara snapped, taking the fork and soufflé from him. "Leave some for me!" the Doctor whined playfully.
"But it's so good!" he complained. Clara smirked.
"Too bad!" she took a bite out of it. The Doctor sighed.
"You have to make more," he told her. Clara smirked.
"I will," the Doctor licked his lips.
"Good," he said. "That was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten," Clara raised an eyebrow.
"Better than fish fingers and custard?"
"Maybe not the most delicious thing, but a close second!" Clara smiled.
"You are so ridiculous!" the Doctor smiled.
"You're not the first to say that!" Clara smiled wider.
"It's true!" she informed him. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver.
"Did I ever mention this works on hair?"
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