"Here," she said as she positioned a small, red box of chocolates on the console in front of him. He was exactly where she had expected him to be: tinkering away with the Tardis. She gave his hair an affectionate ruffle and went back to her day as though nothing had happened. @claraoswaldindie
The Doctor observed the box in front of him, halfway through lowering one of the handles to test if it still sounded so terribly weird. Of course, the Tardis needed maintenance! "Oi," he called when he felt Clara messing up his hair, his curious eyes returning to the red object.
He quickly opened the box, furrowing his brow upon seeing the chocolates. He brought it close to his face, sniffing them. Why? For someone who licked the floor and tasted the air, the Timelord was being quite cautious at the moment. He took one between his fingers, giving it a quick lick, his taste buds detecting nothing unusual.
"Clara! Where did you find this?" he almost ran after her.
Clara watched him as he so closely examined her gift, brows furrowing slightly, wanting to believe she had earned the benefit of the doubt when it came down to whether or not she was trying to openly poison him.
"Well, I wouldn't give them to you if I'd just found them lying about, now would I?" she argued in her defense. "I bought them," she then clarified for his peace of mind.
"I don't know, it could be a possibility; I'm not familiar with your preferences when it comes to chocolates," the Doctor commented as he completely popped one of the sweets into his mouth, the same one he had been licking earlier. "Why did you do that?" He extended the box of chocolates so she can have some. Why would someone buy chocolates and give them away?
The Time Lord was sure that if he had a craving for chocolate, he would simply grab one from a store and be done with it.
