The Doctor smelled food, and frowned a bit. More food, always food, it had to be Clara; the others didn't really spend much time, if at all, on cooking. In reality, they seemed extremely uninterested in it, and he didn't mind that at all; though Clara, she loved to do it so it didn't bother him that much. Still, to see it being done so much, that was interesting to him. A bit curious, not to mention he loved his girls and he could tell when things bothered them.
Moving into the kitchen, wearing his trademark tweed jacket and bowtie, the Doctor smiled at Clara's movements around the kitchen, watching her a moment before pulling his hands together and lacing fingers, tilting his head a bit while he watched her move, "Cooking again, I see. You know, we can definitely give you a rest, order out, go out even. I'd hate for this to no longer be fun and to become something of a job for you."
His voice trailed in behind her, moving to rest against one of the counters as he watched her move.