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Amy sighed to herself as she waited outside the shop for Rory. She tapped her foot impatiently, biting her lip as she checked back inside to make sure her husband was still there. After everything they'd been through, Amy had developed a worry that she'd never admit to, but felt nonetheless. She constantly worried about Rory, that something was going to happen to him. She'd told him once he had a bad habit of dying but he'd just laughed and said something about never leaving her. She was about to turn and walk inside when all of a sudden someone bumped into her. "Oi," she exclaimed, turning around, "watch it will ya? You could hurt someone like that!"

"May I help you, Mr... Simeon, yes?"

All of her classes were done for the day, which meant that it was time for Professor River Song to sit back, relax...and get on that paperwork for the next expedition grant. Ugh, sometimes she wondered how she'd managed to become so... So....

Hm. Domestic certainly wasn't the term. River was sure that that term would never be used to describe her. Mature? ...Well, she'd been gifted with that particular descriptor when she regenerated into this body.