What do you want to eat? |Doctor Who Oneshot|

The Doctor's Favorite Food ONESHOT

Clara tries to help The Doctor find his favourite food.

Clara's POV
The Doctor sat at my kitchen table as I placed a bowl of custard in front of him, I then placed a plate of fish fingers next to it. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"What?" I asked.

"What is this?" He questioned as he slowly picked up a fish finger.

"What do you mean? You used to LOVE this! Fish custard!" I picked up one of the fish fingers and dunked it into the custard. I took a small bite. "Wow. It's actually not as bad as I thought it would be." I finished the fish finger. The Doctor placed the fish finger back on the plate and then he folded his arms and glared at me. "Alright, alright! I'll make something else!" I took the plate and bowl off of the table and put them in the fridge.
I then started to search the cupboards.

"Wow. I don't think that I've ever been this hungry before...." The Doctor moaned.

"You're never hungry..." I started as I pulled some peanut butter out of the cupboard, "what's gotten into you?"

"Probably just a phase that will pass in a few days. I hate being hungry." He replied. I got a piece of bread out of the bread bin and spread the peanut butter onto it. I put it on a plate and handed it to The Doctor. He sighed before picking up the piece of bread. He slowly bit into it, he instantly made a disgusted face.

"Just swallow it." I said. He shook his head slowly as he dropped the piece of bread onto the plate. I groaned in frustration as I handed him a plastic bag, he spat the food into the bag before getting to his feet and throwing it into the bin.

"Right. Let me have a look." He demanded as he started to look in the fridge, freezer and cupboards. I sat down at the table and waited for him to find something he liked. What felt like forever he finally sat down with a plate and a glass, filled with some weird looking substance.

"What have you made?" I questioned, cautiously. He smirked as he lifted his glass up.

"This..." He paused as he took a sip, "is ketchup and milk." He downed it all. I made a horrified face. "Not as bad as it looks." He smiled as he set the glass down.

"And you've made some weird looking mixture." I said as I looked at the plate.

"This is vanilla icecream mixed with scrambled, fried and poached eggs." I almost threw up once he took a big spoonful and put it in his mouth. "Wanna try some?"

"Erm no thanks, I'm good." I said as I leant back in my chair. He quickly finished, stood up and washed his dishes, he placed them on the drying rack. He walked over to me and bent down, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"It's a bit weird how we've been together for a month and you only decide to help me find my favourite food now." He smiled.

"Happy to help." I replied. I then stood up, took his hand and we both ran into the sitting room and dashed into the TARDIS, closing the doors behind us.