"Oh, no," Amy answered, laughing slightly, "he hasn't changed at all in that regard." She gathered up hers and the Doctor's dishes and brought them to the sink. If this TARDIS was anything like her own, there was a dishwasher somewhere, but rather than opening every drawer and cupboard looking for it, Amy decided to wash the dishes by hand. Plus, it gave her something to do with her hands.
"So I guess there's no gettin' out of working, then." She sighed. "I'm rubbish at jobs. Was kind of hopin' to avoid having to find one. The only job I ever had back home that I managed to keep longer than two weeks was..." she lowered her voice and mumbled the last bit, "...kiss-o-gram."