"I am allowed to kiss my husband," she informed Troy, but was polite enough not to. Not that it wasn't tempting, because the way he'd reacted... Oh, it was priceless. Amy snorted with laughter at Troy's flailing. He even acted like the discombobulated fez-man in her dreams. She turned to Rory and gave him a mock-pleading look.
"Can we keep him? Please? I promise I'll feed him and brush him and take him for walks and everything!"