"Yeah, it is." Amy sat up and patted the familiar bedspread. "Or, well, it was my first room. After I got married, that's when the bunk bed showed up. Though I think that was less the TARDIS and more your idea." Catching herself, she looked up at the man in her doorway. "His idea, I mean."
Amy really didn't want this tension between them to last, especially if she was going to stay here. "Come in if you like," she offered. "No need to just stand there."