Clara was baking. The Doctor could tell the moment he stepped outside the Tardis control room and noticed the sweet scent of soufflé wafting down the corridor. He followed his nose and poked his head around the kitchen door, pleasantly surprised when he realised the his Soufflé Girl had not burned anything for once.
"I did it, Doctor!" She grinned upon his arrival, oven gloves on as she took the soufflé from the oven. "I made the perfect soufflé!"
The Doctor grinned, grabbing a fork and approaching the perfect creation. "Great! I bet it tastes amaz-"
"Doctor!" Clara shrieked, pulling the soufflé out of his grasp in outrage. "What do you think you're doing?!"
The Doctor stared at her, mouth open in surprise.
"Well, I was going to eat it," He frowned in confusion.
"Doctor, this isn't for eating!" She exclaimed, clearing a space on the table and placing the soufflé down carefully. "This is for instagram!"
She whipped out her iPhone and positioned herself so that she found the perfect angle, tilting the device slightly upwards. She squealed joyously at the picture.
"Ooooh perfect! No filter needed!" She cried. "Now for the hashtags! Help me, Doctor."
"Clara..." The Doctor took a step towards the inviting soufflé but Clara stood in front of it protectively.
"Not until I get a good picture from at least three different angles!" She ordered, poking her tongue out from between her teeth as she concentrated on her phone. "#soufflé, #bakingwiththedoc, #happydays, #instahub, #lols, #oopstheresflourinmyhair, #yum, #food, #perfectsoufflé, #victorious!"
The Doctor sighed forlornly and exited the room, leaving the cold soufflé and Clara to themselves.