"Rory!" Mels shouted as she hammered on his door. She and Amy had decided to surprise their best friend with an impromptu visit. Which actually meant they arrived at six in the morning but Mels was sure Rory wouldn't care too much about the time. "Oi! Open the door!"
"For god's sake Mels!" Rory yelled as he wrenched the door open, "Are you trying to wake everyone else up?"
"No, just you," she smiled and hugged him; "by the way, you're out of milk. Me and Amy used the last of it making some tea."
Rory sighed and ran a hand through his hair before following Mels into the kitchen. He felt a grin spread across his face as Amy spotted him and ran over, grabbing him in a hug and refusing to let go. Mels stood by and watched, smiling as Rory spun Amy around.
"Hey lovebirds," she called, "Rory, there's a cuppa here for you."
"Thanks," he took the mug gratefully, "I just have one question for you."
"Yeah?"
"How the hell do you keep getting in here? Everyone else is convinced our lock is broken."
Mels shrugged, "That's for me to know and you to never find out."
Years later, watching his daughter pick a lock to free their spouses, Rory chuckled.
"What's so funny?" River demanded.
"I thought I was never supposed to find out about your lock picking?" he teased, laughing as River gently punched his arm.