"ANDDDD here we go again, all of time and space before us!" roared the Doctor estatically.
"Where to this time?" asked Amy.
"Hey Rory the Roman, want to do the honors?" inquired the Doctor.
Slightly surprised, Rory said, "No, um, actually, I'm good with whatever."
"Okay." said the Doctor.
"Scotland." said Amy abruptly.
Both men stared at her.
"I dunno why I said it." said Amy.
"You miss it." said Rory.
"Scotland, present day... GERONIMO!" shouted the Doctor, pulling levers of the Tardis.
A few minutes later, the Tardis touched down with a whir whir whir.
"Ah Edinboro! Castles, pubs and kilts! The whole shebang!" said the Doctor.
"I don't want to picture him in a kilt." Rory whispered to Amy.
She giggled.
"Yeah, a kilt and bowtie is so sexy."
"It is?"
"Oi stupid I'm joking!"
"Oh,.. right, no... I knew that."
Amy bumped against her spouse playfully.
"Present day, don't know why I picked it. Rather dull, present day. I mean we should have gone back a few decades. Maybe watch the ancient games... but why present day? Maybe it is intuition I dunno..." the Doctor rambled.
"Not that dull." muttered Rory.
"C'mon where's your sense of adventure?" said Amy.
"You are my sense of adventure."
"Thank you Captain Cheesy!" Amy said, kissing Rory on the cheek.
"Soooo lovebirds, what to do what to do...learn the bagpipe? Go to a Castle? Throw some large tree trunks around?"
"I could do with a drink." said Rory, who then whispered to Amy, "And now bagpipes. I need to flush it out."
"Righto, local brew it is!" said the Doctor..
They came into a busy pub and sat down. A man with a large belly and a black apron around his waist came over.
"What ya be wantin'?" he asked with a thick Scottish accent.
"I'll have Whiskey." said Amy.
Rory stared, surprised at his wife, while the Doctor looked amused.
"Ah! That's a good Scot girl right there eh?" chuckled the man.
"I'll just have a local beer. Anything is fine." said Rory.
"Okay then. And for you laddy?"
"Oh, um, just water for me." said the Doctor.
The man raised his eyebrows, then turned. The Doctor was oblivious, and Amy was giggling behind her hand.
"I didn't know you liked beer Rory!" said the Doctor.
"On occasion." said Rory, a tad embarrassed.
They sipped their drinks in silence.
"Damn good whiskey!" said Amy.
"Can I try?" asked Rory.
Amy passed him her drink.
"Wow, that is good."
"Well, we are know for it. Food?" said the Waiter, popping back.
"Oh, menus." Rory said.
They scanned.
"I''m in the mood to share." said Amy.
"Second that." said the Doctor.
"Agreed. How about Haggis? Never tried it." said Rory.
"I haven't either, and interesting name." said the Docor.
"You must be new to this whole pub thing yeah?" said the Waiter, looking confused at the Doctor.
"Naw, just this particular pub." said the Doctor smiling.
The waiter left, shaking his head.
"Well these Scottish folk are proud." said Rory.
"Tell me something I don't know. We have one in the ranks." said the Doctor.
Amy gave the Doctor a face that was scowling in a teasing manner. The haggis came a few minutes later.
"So what is the haggis?" asked the Doctor.
"Sheep stomach." said Amy indifferently.
The Doctor gagged.
"Sheep... stomach...it's... it's actually good... just a strange food is all." said the Doctor, going from disgusted to thoughtful.
As they finished their food and drinks, a screamed pierced the air.