Blue
"So what colors are we using?"
"Blue."
"Blue! Amy, blue, really? That's all you ever want to use!"
"I like blue!"
"I'm not having a blue wedding!"
Amy huffed a little, frowning. "Red then. Red and gold. Like…like apples, in autumn."
"…You're just saying that 'cause you're holding an apple."
"I like blue and gold! And apples! –and, I'm also holding a knife."
Rory held up his hands. "Hey, as long as it isn't blue, I'm perfectly happy."
Amy smirked. "You'd better be."
Neither of them noticed the smile carved in red and gold peeling.