[ Talking about people in the past tense, Clara's default is to assume they died. It seems to be the tense she talks about the people she loves. Her mum was. Her best friend was. The Doctor—her Doctor—was. She doesn't ask what happened, deaths are so personal. Clara's careful who she tells what, exactly, happened to her mother and Sabine, because thinking about it makes her feel like the world is collapsing in on itself.
Letting out a breath, Clara shakes her head and can't help but let out just a small laugh. It isn't at Vanessa, just the thought of anyone in her family teaching her anything like that. ]
No and no, but learning would be good. I can cook pretty well, so I think I could make decent food out of the meat and vegetation. What I'm rubbish at, is gardening. My green thumb doesn't exist, like, at all. I've tried to will it into existence so many times and each time I leave a sad, dead plant in my wake.
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[ Talking about people in the past tense, Clara's default is to assume they died. It seems to be the tense she talks about the people she loves. Her mum was. Her best friend was. The Doctor—her Doctor—was. She doesn't ask what happened, deaths are so personal. Clara's careful who she tells what, exactly, happened to her mother and Sabine, because thinking about it makes her feel like the world is collapsing in on itself.
Letting out a breath, Clara shakes her head and can't help but let out just a small laugh. It isn't at Vanessa, just the thought of anyone in her family teaching her anything like that. ]
No and no, but learning would be good. I can cook pretty well, so I think I could make decent food out of the meat and vegetation. What I'm rubbish at, is gardening. My green thumb doesn't exist, like, at all. I've tried to will it into existence so many times and each time I leave a sad, dead plant in my wake.