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[plastic_roman]

Who: The Ponds
What: doing someone a favor, randomly
Where: At home
When: Tonight
Why: ...because?

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[nofairytalename]

"Wot?" Amy frowned at the slightly blackened bit of chicken in the pan and poked it with the spatula with considerable annoyance. She could cook bloody beans at age 7 but chicken? No. God forbid she ever cook a chicken. The whole house might just burn down around her ears.

But it only took her a second to realize what she was hearing to abandon all pretense of ever making dinner. Because dinner. Normally something you want edible and well, Rory was much more edible than the mess she was leaving. "You're home! And talking to yourself. That's new. Is everything all right?"

[plastic_roman]

"Yes, everything is all right..." Rory said, sounding vaguely grumpy. "And I'm not talking to myself." Then, he turned around, revealing that he was holding the handle of a baby carrier. Complete with a baby in it. "I, er... surprise?"

[nofairytalename]

"Rory..." Amy came up to the carrier and peered inside it, laughing softly when a tiny spit bubble formed, popped, and the tiny little thing whined in shock. "That's a baby."

She looked up at him. "Why?"

[plastic_roman]

"For the life of me, I-I have no idea," said Rory, practically stammering over his consternation at this predicament. "I stopped by the police station to ask after Bod-- he's been ill, you know-- and they asked if I would hold her, and the next thing I knew, I was agreeing to look after her for an hour or two because it turns out Bod got measles from Teddy, and Hermione was ready to drop from exhaustion... I don't know. Does my face have 'doormat' written on it?" Sighing, he looked down at the little baby, who looked back up at him with solemn eyes. Tracing her cheek with one fingertip, he said, "I mean... not that I mind, really..."