"Clara. Clara. Clara. Clara, are you ignoring me? Because ignoring prople is rude, you told me that before. And ignoring people who show you cool stuff is definitely not a way to get said person to show you even cooler stuff." The Doctor rambled on as Clara sat in the Captain's chair of the counsel room. She was enraptured in the book she was reading.
"Cool stuff?" She mused arching a single eyebrow but not glancing up at the Doctor, who now appeared to be taking on the persona of a wounded puppy.
"Yes, Clara Oswald, cool stuff. Like bowties. And fezzes. And space. And time. And-"
"I got it, Doctor." She said, smiling slightly.
A pause was added to the convorsation as the Doctor formulated a response, but as soon as see something wittt popped into his head, it felt too late to speak. So instead, he said, "What are you reading?" he said. He looked at the cover instead of waiting for a response and his face fell when he saw the cover.
"Twilight." He said darkly, staring at the book as if it was poison.
"Yeah. Angie chose to read it for English so I-"
"That book," the Doctor protested."Is not English. "
"Well," she said. "I'm not exactly reading it in Spanish, am I?"
"Well," he replied. "It is not a good book. And as for Angie, that book is not appropriate. There is bad stuff in their. Not for kids!"
"Vampires?"
"No." The Doctor lowered his voice, and leaned towards Clara. "Kissing."
Clara burst into loud and infectious laughter, which was paired with the Doctor's insistent cries of "What?"
"Oh. My. God." She breathed. "You're a prude!" She said, and then laughed again. The Doctor flushed red. "Am not!" he denied.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Okay, okay, maybe it isn't that bad," he admitted. "But fir Angie? How old is she... 9? 10?"
"She's fifteen in 2 weeks." Clara said dryly.
"Still." he said. "It's hardly a price of fine literature."
"It's a way of me reaching out to her." Clara explained "Like if someone read all of Jane Austen's books, they're my favorite, so that would be a way of reaching out to me."
That night, the Doctor fell asleep, 'The Collected Works of Jane Austen' rising snd falling with each breath.