[ Clara looks at him in surprise; his gift to her has always been the TARDIS, their traveling. It's never crossed her mind to expect gifts from him at any time, not even her birthday. She feels a pleasant warmth bloom in her chest, and she takes off the hat before racing out for the package almost reverently. For a few seconds she traces the edge of the ribbon, until she can't help stand it anymore and opens her gift.

It's beautiful, and Clara brings it out, holding it up to the light. She isn't wearing anything that will look right with this, but her lips are parted, those doe eyes wide. She's pleased and looks at him. ]

You picked this? It's perfect, I didn't think you paid attention to the things I wore.

[ Because it looks like it came right out of her jewelry box, if she had one of those. She clips it on, even though it isn't the outfit she would have chosen. ]

I like it. I like it very much. Thank you, Doctor.