"You know, we should party more often," Rose decided, sinking into the sofa thankfully. "And we should use this room more often! What is this?"

"I like to call it the parlour," he replied, flopping down beside her. "I thought it went with your outfit. Bit of fifties glamour."

Rose looked around and then laughed. "And you've even got the Union Flag hanging the right way up!"

"Well you know, Queen and country," he fiddled with the knot on his tie and pulled it off, loosening his top button. "I do like to blend in with the locals." He felt down the back of the sofa. "Ah, here we are!" He produced a remote control. "Fancy watching some television?"

"No thanks!" Rose shuddered and took the remote off of him. "Why have you even got a remote control? Not very fifties glamour." Then she saw the TV. "And neither's that!" She jabbed a finger towards the thirty-two inch widescreen. A look of realisation came over her face. "This is where you sneak off to when I watch Eastenders, isn't it?"

"Maybe." He brushed it aside. "So what shall we do if you don't want to watch television?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. What else can you do in a parlour?"

"Play parlour games. Or… I don't know…" He turned to look at her. She had her head partly resting on his shoulder, her face partly hidden behind a length of blonde hair. She'd kicked her shoes off and had her legs curled underneath her like a cat. Hesitantly he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, burying his nose in the familiar smell of her hair.

"What was that for?" she asked, smiling and lifting her head off his shoulder. Looking into her face, he remembered the awful moment when he'd realised who the blank faced girl standing in front of him was.

"Nothing," he replied, still savouring the sight before him.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He forced himself to stop staring. "No, I was just… reaffirming your existence."

Rose looked at him, unable to hide a dubious smile. "Well, consider myself entirely reaffirmed," she teased. "You want to watch TV don't you?"

"I wouldn't mind," he agreed. "If you're okay with that."

"So long as you zap any sort of weird thing that leaps out at me, I'm good." Rose handed the remote back. "Only no cop shows, I'm not so keen on them."

They settled down to watch a DIY show. Rose snuggled back into his shoulder. He couldn't help feeling pleased to be normal for once, if only for one night.