'Roooooory!'
The voice, coming closer and clearly annoyed, made him wince. With an innocent expression, Rory turned and smiled at Amy.
'What?'
'What's this?'
Rory looked carefully at the picture now hovering under his nose.
'It's ... um ... the twelve days of Christmas,' he said, handing it back to her.
'Oh. Right,' said Amy squinting at the paper, turning it sideways. 'It looks like you're calling me a turd.'
Rory blushed, starting to fidget. 'I know my drawing isn't great, but that's definitely an artistic flourish not a ... a turd.'
With a softened expression, Amy kissed him. 'Thanks for trying.'