In Venice, 1580. I'd broken up Rory's stag party by bursting out of a cake and it was meant to be an apology/wedding gift, only a lot of vampiric fish-people tried to submerge the city. Rather put a damper on the romantic part of the date.
Also, Rory was exasperated with me, but that seems to be the normal state of our friendship. (Also, I'd leapt out of his stag cake. I'd be cross with me, too.)