Amy gave a rather noncommittal hmm in reply. He had a point about the ridiculousness of her Doctor's wardrobe choices- temporary or otherwise- but no matter how strange, they were still part of him. Of her Doctor. She might have laughed or mocked when the moments had happened, but in retrospect? Amy wouldn't have changed one fez or bowtie moment.
"It was the last of the star whales," Amy added, hesitantly- she didn't want to dull the Doctor's jubilation, but it seemed unfair to lead him on, all the same. "But it was- was doing such good work." The memory of what her people- even hundreds of years into the future, still her people, more or less- had done to the star whale still horrified Amy, though she was comforted by at least knowing that she'd helped, in the end. "Liz Ten was- will be- the Queen, aye. Nothing wrong with the name, though! Better than Victoria, anyway."