036. Pooh Sticks
On some rare days, it seemed as if saving the universe could just wait.
The Doctor had taken the Ponds on a walk. It was just a common, ordinary walk through a town-side forest, the music from a local house party was bouncing from the pathways.
His route had directed them onto a battered wooden bridge, the river roaring beneath them and, naturally, Amy had enforced a game of pooh sticks.
In theory, the game of picking a stick each and racing them under the bridge was incredibly simple, easy and straightforward, however, enforcing the rules seemed to be taking its toll.
"No, Doctor, you can't carve the tree bark off of your stick... and change its shape! That's against-"
"Why not? The whole point of the game is to make your stick travel downstream the quickest; I'm just implementing some small, minor design changes to achieve that."
Her laughter travels across the beat, "Have I ever told you how impossible you are?"