Drabble? Please? Doctor being lazy in TARDIS and Clara piloting it like she's been doing it all her life to do the shopping or something. Domestic Tardis fluff
"We're you going?"
The Doctor didn't look up from the e-book reader Clara had given him for his birthday, but he could sense her flipping the switches and pressing the buttons of the console.
"I forgot to go and buy milk. The shops are close now and tomorrow I wanted to make you a soufflé."
He hoped she didn't see him roll his eyes, in exasperation. "You can't keep using the TARDIS like this."
"You always say it, but I know you don't mean it."
He didn't reply, but smiled to himself as he slid further into his armchair, comforted by the wheezing, grouning noise the TARDIS made as it landed and by the sound of steps of his impossible girl exiting the room.