[Thankfully, Clara got over slime years ago. Slime is just part of the adventure.
And god she's missed adventure and all it's slime. The six months that she spent alone without the Doctor seemed like another life that she was desperate to leave behind. And so she'd shed it, along with her nightie and dressing gown, into proper adventuring jeans, shoes, a sweatshirt, and the vague hope that something might end up going terribly exciting.
She peeks into the binoculars. Eggs as far as the eye can see.]
And then what? They'll just eat and grow up here? Just them?
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And god she's missed adventure and all it's slime. The six months that she spent alone without the Doctor seemed like another life that she was desperate to leave behind. And so she'd shed it, along with her nightie and dressing gown, into proper adventuring jeans, shoes, a sweatshirt, and the vague hope that something might end up going terribly exciting.
She peeks into the binoculars. Eggs as far as the eye can see.]
And then what? They'll just eat and grow up here? Just them?