"Whoa, okay, that's a lot. Don't think even the best short skirt will fix all this mess. Alright. Wow. Right, from the top then. River's River. She's going to dance with the both of them. She'll probably dance with you and Martha too, will very much dance with Jack. I already told her he's a good kisser. But who you all sleep with, that's nothing to do with me so long as you all keep your paws off of Rory and don't get each other sick with things."

She pulled a skirt off the rack, and looked at it anyway, as she spoke. "People can be yours, I think, but not just yours. Rory and the Doctor are mine, but the Doctor's also yours. Doesn't matter. He'll always be one of my boys. River is always going to be my baby, but she's Rory's too." Amy had a very different outlook on possessiveness than Rose did, clearly.

"Mostly what I care about is that none of you are going to try anything stupid like the aspirin thing again. Everything else can be worked out. We're here, we're together, we're not alive. We'll find adventures. That's what matters."

She put the skirt back, and started considering a blouse, before glancing back. "So you'll be repping me, then?"