[ The Doctor is about three seconds away from a full on rant about how bored he is, about how quiet and normal this place is, and if this was meant to be hell for him, the gods or powers that be or whatever they were calling themselves were doing their job. But then Clara stops him short by handing him a bag and he doesn’t even have a chance to comment on the comically large sun hat on her small head. ]
For me? [ As a baffled as he looks, he can’t help but be a little flattered too. It takes him no time at all to open the nicely wrapped gift and to unearth the scarf inside. Carefully he turns it over in his hand before gazing up at her. ] Were you running errands too?
[ The thank you is in there somewhere, Clara, we promise. ]
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For me? [ As a baffled as he looks, he can’t help but be a little flattered too. It takes him no time at all to open the nicely wrapped gift and to unearth the scarf inside. Carefully he turns it over in his hand before gazing up at her. ] Were you running errands too?
[ The thank you is in there somewhere, Clara, we promise. ]