"Well," Amy said over her shoulder without even a pause, "I think you did a lot, too, so that's two vs. one." She smiled, her brows rising. "Are you responsible for the magnet cake? I mean, bit weird for a cake, but I'm not really one to nitpick on things baked into shapes, now am I?" Given that she'd made a TARDIS cake more than once.... well.

She'd tried. Sort of a disaster, right across the board. "I don't think we've met... again. I'm Amy Pond, although you likely knew that." She was hoping he'd just fill in the other half of this particular set of social mad-libs that she'd been playing for what seemed like months.