'You missed the Doctor trying to talk to a sheep,' Rory laughed.
'Really? Wow, now I bet the sheep gave as good as he got.'
Rory shrugged. 'I think they were on the same level, certainly. Intellectually as well as physically.'
'Oi. You don't know me well enough to insult me, Rory Williams.'
'You insult me all the time,' Rory protested.
'That's true, you do,' Amy nodded. 'And he's my hubbie-to-be, so I have to defer to him on this one or he may leave me at the altar.'
The Doctor laughed. 'If you ever get to the altar. I may just abandon you here in 1936. Yeah, bet you didn't consider that when you were thinking up new ways to insult the poor old Doctor.'
Rory was going to respond but Amy winked at him then rested her head on the Doctor's shoulder. 'Awww, is poor ickle Doctor getting picked on by the nasty humans?'
'Yes he is. I wonder why I always think Earth is my favourite planet. It's full of horrible people.' He grinned. 'But I suppose there are one or two whoare better than the rest.'
'Could be worse,' Amy said. 'Imagine if Mars was your favourite planet. No one there to travel with you.'
The Doctor's smile faltered just for a second.
'Doctor?' Rory said concerned.
'Nothing,' he said. 'Mars. Not my favourite, to be honest.'
ORLY. Whyever not, Eleven?