“Amy, I’m sorry.”
“You know how I get caught up in things… I lose track of time. Figuratively speaking.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“Hello again Pond.”
“Seriously, a memo would have been good. A phone call even.”
“Agent Pond.”
“Well.. Not really. But it’s better than Amy.”
Wrong Q. I don’t see how anyone could confuse my brilliance with that little tech man… after all I can cause epilepsy with my fingers. That Q can’t now can he?
“Well, all I can say is thank god I don’t have epilepsy.”
Returning her smile, Rory angled himself toward his wife. He didn’t even object to being called ‘Mr Pond’ any more; she and the Doctor had called him by that name enough for it to stick. “How was work?”
“Boring, the usual.” She studied him for a second, grinning before she took out the takeaway boxes, balancing them on an old newspaper.
“Yours?”
“That’s good.” The blonde grinned as he began walking. “I mean, I never want to sound like an old man and all of that. That’d be boring and not cool.”
“Oh, that’s another thing. You say ‘cool’ way too often when you’re older. Take a note.” she grinned, beginning to walk as he did, in time with him.