The Doctor hadn't always liked weddings. Well, he was almost always up for a celebration, but weddings were only alright if there weren't any family feuds. He'd never been one for watching some little old aunt try to curse the other half of the newly formed family because what that Louise said to our Peter.
Entertaining the littlest guests, however, was an area he considered himself expert in; certainly in this, his eleventh incarnation. They were all excited enough as it was, allowed to stay up late in their pretty dresses and shiny new shoes. Sometimes he despaired of their parents, expecting their children to be able to be silent and respectful and calm throughout the whole event without even the tiniest thing to distract their idea-jumping minds. But Amy's family seemed to have got it right – someone had brought a box of toys and action figures and put it in one corner of the room for the younger children to play with. Tired of dancing, the Doctor flopped down against the wall and watched a little four-year-old boy carefully extract toys from the box.
A knight. A princess. A dragon.
The Doctor smiled as the three were lined up, inspected. And then, the knight was thrown back into the box with delighted vigour, followed quickly by the boy glancing around to check that no grown-ups would be coming to reprimand this noisy behaviour. He saw the Doctor, who grinned at him.
"What are you playing?" he asked quietly.
The little boy sized him up for a moment before deciding to let him in. Picking up the dragon, he place the princess on its back and flew them through the air.
"Adventures," he said. His smile matched the Doctor's.
"Adventures," agreed the Doctor.