"Doctor…?"
"No, nope, stop right there – you have that slight tone to your voice like you're going to ask me to do something bad, something wrong, and my answer is nope – nope, I won't do it."
"But Doctor – what if this did more good than bad?" Leaning back against the TARDIS console, Amy ducked her head down in an attempt to catch the Doctor's eye. He stared resolutely ahead, fiddling with the…the thingymawotsit. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Amy stamped across the room and slumped over on the chair. "You're no fun anymore."
"Hey!" The Doctor spun around, scowling at her with his finger raised and pointed. "I am many things, especially fun. I am very fun, actually – so fun I make the funnest human alive look….boring and…and dull!"
"Doctor, I owe someone a favour. A promise. A pinky promise, actually, and you can't break one of those. Or you're not supposed to – but I did, and I'd really, really like the chance to change that. So please? Help me?" Amy stood up, batting her eyelashes as she closed the distance between herself and her raggedy man. Looking up at him, she blinked her eyes a few more times, bottom lip trembling.
"Please, Doctor? Help a friend out – a best friend-"
"I feel like there's something you're not telling me –"
"You know, if you won't help, I guess I'll just have to bring up the fact that you left a poor, defenceless seven-year-old alone on her back garden at all hours of the night-"
"Pond-"
"- out in the cold, wet rain; a harsh wind blowing through her split-ends-"
"Amy-"
"- split because she was left to live with her old grandma who had no money to send her to a hairdressers-"
"Amelia-"
"-or the eyesight and skill to cut it herself. The girl was mercilessly teased for this, as well as the fact that she was convinced she'd met a strange man in a blue box-"
"Fine! Fine, we'll go. When and where?"