"Didn't put my life on hold?" Amy just gave her a look. "Twelve years and four psychiatrists the first time. Or try forty years that were undone but still happened waiting for him in a healthcare facility that was trying to kill me with kindness. I built a sonic probe." And apparently learned to hate the Doctor. Not that that was useful information now. "Two thousand years in the Pandorica, life literally on hold, though really Rory gets the prize on that one, he had to stay awake all two thousand years to keep me safe while the Doctor took a short cut. More recently? Constantly leaving jobs and refusing to commit, because I never know when that Tardis sound is going to appear or how long we'll be gone. You put your life on hold trying to get back to him, ours was on hold waiting for him to get back to us."

She shook her head. "We both know he's worth it," she said, softly. "And getting angry isn't going to help either of us, or him." She took a breath.

"So. Like I said. Fish Fingers and Custard."