"I'm bored," Amelia moaned, and kicked at the ground beneath the swing.

Rory looked up at her from his position on the grass. "We could go for a bicycle ride?"

"Boring!" Amelia said and sighed heavily. "You're no fun, Rory."

Rory frowned. "But I don't want to dress up again. That's boring. And girly," he added in an undertone.

Amelia looked into his eyes. "Aunt Sharon baked some cookies yesterday," she said tentatively, hoping the promise of cookies would encourage Rory to dress up. "And... And I know how to get to the cookie jar."

Rory's eyes widened slightly. "But - Won't you get in trouble?"

Amelia shrugged, jumped off the swing and headed towards the house. "Are you coming?" she called, without looking back.

Rory hesitated for a moment before jumping to his feet and running after her.

"This shirt's too big," Rory moaned, pulling at the large and worn blue shirt. It was old and creased and there are many large holes where Amelia has attacked it with scissors.

"It was the only one I could find," Amelia said, looking at him critically. "Where's the tie gone?"

"I took it off. I hate ties."

Amelia sighed, and spotted the tie under the bed. She picked it up, and tried to wrestle it back onto Rory.

"Hey, stop it!" he protested.

"You're meant to wear it! You're dressing up as the Raggedy Doctor, so you have to wear the tie!"

"But I don't want to!"

Rory knew he was stronger than Amelia and that he could beat her if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Dressing up might be boring and girly but it meant he could spend time with Amelia and he liked Amelia. After a few minutes, he gave up and scowled at her as she tied the tie around his neck.

"Ha!" Amelia said triumphantly and grinned at him. "Come on, let's go and play!"

"Do we have to? I'm hungry."

Amelia glared at him and then looked at the clock. Rory did have a point - it was very nearly lunch time. "I suppose we could... wait here!" she grinned and ran downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Rory asked.

"Making you lunch!" Amelia replied, "Stay there, I'll bring you down when it's ready!"

"Fish fingers and custard," Rory said, looking in horror at the plate of fish fingers and bowl of custard in front of him. "Fish fingers and custard?"

Amelia nodded.

"What am I meant to do with it?" Rory asked, feeling more than slightly confused.

"You eat it," Amelia said, "duh."

"But... fish fingers and custard!"

"He ate it," she muttered, "The Raggedy Doctor."

Rory looked once more at the food in front of him and winced. "I want at least three cookies for this," he demanded, quite unable to believe he was actually considering eating fish fingers and custard. All at the same time. He liked Amelia, but he wasn't quite sure if he liked her this much.

Amelia nodded. "Well?"

"If this makes me sick, I'm never coming round to yours again," Rory added to emphasise how strongly he felt about the issue.

Amelia looked slightly shocked for a moment, but recovered her composure. "Okay."

"Right. Fine." Rory took a deep breath and picked up a fish finger. "Here goes." He lowered it slowly into the custard, closed his eyes and ate it as quickly as possible. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Amelia was staring at him intensely from across the table.

"Well?" she asked.

"It was..." Rory paused to consider. It wasn't delicious, but it certainly wasn't as horrible as he had expected it to be. "Actually, it was alright."

Amelia grinned. "I'll go and put your cookies in some cling film. And then when you're finished, we can play time travellers."

Rory smiled back at her, and took another bite of his fish custard. Maybe he liked Amelia more than he thought after all.

A/N: It's not really important, but I imagine Amelia to be about 8/9 in this and Rory to be 9/10