Hearing her confirmation for tea, Rory finished making it before bringing it over to her and setting it on the table near her hand. "Might be a bit warm. This kettle is a bit finicky. Amy was the one who always got it to work proper." The thought of his missing wife made him glance at his left hand where his wedding band still rested. That had been the happiest day of his life, topped only by holding Melody in his arms. True it had been a 'ganger duplicate, but Rory had still seen her as a person. Had still seen her as his daughter.
Sipping his own tea, he sat down across from her and chuckled some. Actually, Amy taught me that lesson with everything she put me through when we were kids. I had to learn what to expect or else she'd hold it over my head that she one upped me again." Which happened anyways and often. It seemed the only time he had caught Amy off guard was when their friend Mels had made Amy realize that Rory wasn't gay.