So! What are your thoughts on the new companion? I think Bill seems pretty cool and I'm excited to see more of her. But I miss Clara. It's really weird to see the Doctor standing next to someone else.
Enjoy the chapter! And please leave reviews/constructive criticism!
Clara: Want to come over for dinner?
Doctor: No.
Clara: OK. Be here by six.
Doctor: I said no.
Clara: I asked out of politeness, not because I actually care about your opinion. You're coming over for dinner.
Doctor: I'm busy.
Clara: Doing what?
Doctor: Fixing the TARDIS.
Clara: You're not really doing anything, are you.
Doctor: ...
Clara: I thought so.
Doctor: Look, why do I have to come over?
Clara: Because I want to teach you how to be social, and because I'm your friend, and because normal people go to their friends' houses for dinner.
Doctor: Do I look like a normal person?
Clara: No, but I can make you act like one.
Doctor: I'm sighing in frustration right now. Just so you know.
Doctor: What are you making for dinner?
Clara: TV dinners.
Doctor: Okay, no. I was starting to consider coming, but not any more.
Clara: Fine, fine. I'll make something.
Clara: A soufflé?
Doctor: NO. I'm not coming. I would rather not die from food poisoning.
Clara: I hate you.
Clara: Okay, not a soufflé. A quiche?
Doctor: Still related to soufflés.
Clara: Semantics.
Clara: I could make lasagna.
Doctor: You may as well just stick to TV dinners. Less risk of dying.
Clara: !
Doctor: What's that?
Clara: It's a sign of frustration and anger.
Doctor: Oh.
Clara: OK. Compromise. No TV dinners and no home cooking. I'll get chips and Chinese takeout.
Doctor: And bananas?
Clara: Fine. Whatever.
Doctor: Deal. I'll be there at six. Approximately.
Clara: What do you mean, approximately?
Doctor: Well, you know. Something might come up.
Clara: Yeah, it might. A shoe might come up on your head unless you're on time.
Doctor: !
Clara: ?
Doctor: It's a sign of frustration and anger.
Clara: No, you can't do that. Only I can do that.
Doctor: Try and stop me.
Clara: I will.
Doctor: !
Clara: !
Doctor: !
Clara: !
Doctor: Why are we doing this? This is pointless.
Clara: You started it.
Doctor: I did not.
Clara: You did too.
Doctor: !
Clara: Okay, let's not start that again. So you're definitely coming for dinner?
Doctor: Yes. Should I bring anything?
Clara: What?
Doctor: Why did you italicize that?
Clara: To emphasize my shock.
Doctor: What's so shocking? I only asked if I should bring anything.
Clara: I know. You were actually being polite. That's what's so shocking.
Doctor: Ha ha.
Clara: I must be rubbing off on you.
Doctor: Hardly. You're the rudest human I know. And I know plenty of rude humans.
Clara: It takes one to know one.
Doctor: You're just dripping with wit tonight, aren't you?
Clara: Tonight and every night.
Doctor: Well, should I?
Clara: Should you what?
Doctor: Bring something.
Clara: Other than good manners, which I'm not sure you even have, then no.
Clara: Oooh, wait. Could you bring some of those creamy vanilla fudge things from that intergalactic bazaar place? I love those.
Doctor: I know. You ate ten of them last time. And they made you fat.
Clara: Excuse me?
Doctor: I meant round.
Clara: Same thing.
Doctor: Why do I need to bring those? Haven't you got dessert at your house?
Clara: Not unless you want me to bake a soufflé...
Doctor: I'll pass on the soufflé.
Doctor: Is a bag of the fudgy things enough?
Clara: Should be.
Doctor: Okay. See you soon Ozzie.
Clara: What?
Doctor: Ozzie. Like Oswald. But shorter.
Clara: Don't ever call me that again.
Doctor: How about Miss Oswald?
Clara: No.
Doctor: Short, round human?
Clara: NO.
Doctor: Well, I need an embarrassing nickname for you. You have so many for me.
Clara: You do lots more embarrassing things than I do. More opportunities to come up with nicknames.
Doctor: !
Clara: Oh, stop it. You know it's true.
Clara: Right, I'd better go. I still have to correct today's essays. I can already tell they're atrocious by reading the titles, so I want to get it over with.
Doctor: Wait, Clara?
Clara: Yes?
Doctor: Why did you invite me for dinner anyway?
Clara: Because you're my best friend, and I like talking to you, and because it gets kind of lonely in my flat with just me.
Doctor: Oh.
Clara: So you'd better be here at six on the dot, Mister. Not a second too early or too late.
Doctor: I don't know if I can manage that.
Clara: Don't give me that rubbish. You're a bloody Time Lord. Of course you can manage it.
Doctor: I'll try.
Clara: Good. See you then. And don't forget my vanilla fudges.
Hope you enjoyed. Also, just so you know, I may not update again for a couple weeks because I have an important exam coming up.