There is. I delivered a package there earlier today. [ And the cobbler had been incredibly chatty. Rather young too - or at least that's the impression the Doctor had gotten. Their general energy had been ridiculously exuberant and he'd had tried to excuse himself from them as quickly as possible. He sighs slightly at the thought. ] They're a bit chatty. You two will probably get along.

[ Clara's smile distracts him from his thoughts, and he blinks down at her, forgetting how close they had been standing to one another. It takes him another minute to process what she's saying. And then quite inexplicably he offers up his own, very accidental thought — ]

You don't have to try that hard, Clara.