"Hmph." Clara stared with a disapproving expression at the deflated soufflé that had turned out wrong… again.
It seemed no matter how much she tried, she always did something wrong, which the TARDIS didn't like. Of course, Clara wasn't to know this… yet. Clara prepared the oven for another round of soufflé making. "I'll get it right this time, I just know it."
You've got to admire her determination. She turned around and approached the counter. Then, she froze. She spun around. The oven was gone. In its place was an empty counter. "Very funny! Now give it back!" she exclaimed.
She was not mad at thin air, or any Gods, as the casual observer might guess. Instead, she was mad at the TARDIS. And she was not just mad at an inanimate object. No, the TARDIS was a living ship, albeit one that doesn't enjoy Clara's baking. And thus, the TARDIS found it necessary to take away Clara's means of baking. "Give it back, you old cow!" Clara continued.
The TARDIS hummed in disapproval. "Um, Doctor?"
Quick as a Time Lord, the Doctor entered the kitchen. "Yes?"
"Your ship is out to get me. Again. This time, it's gone and taken the oven! Now I can't bake soufflés!"
"Now, now, I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation—"
Clara's glare stopped him cold. "Um, yes, I'll get right on it."
Eager to get out of Clara's sightline, the Doctor dashed out of the kitchen and into the console room. "Come on dear, give her the oven back!"
The TARDIS let out a small whimper. "I know she doesn't make the best soufflés, but she's doing the best she can!"
The TARDIS made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like "Fine…"
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the oven popped back into existence. "Thank you!" Clara said, cheerfully.
Afterword:
As Usual, own everything in alternate universe, blah, blah, blah...
Yeah... I don't have much to say about this :P
-Dragon