If it's a strange game, it's not one that Amy thinks she's going to end up winning anytime soon, seeing as it looks like the winner just gets a mountain of frustration. Rolling her eyes and not even bothering to hide it, she almost feels glad that she didn't remember her father for over a decade, if this is the sort of thing that you cope with. Then, she feels guilty, and then, she remembers that it hadn't been like the Doctor was much better, at times. "Ned," she says, a little calmer, more serious. "The only needlework I've ever done is the time I made Rory into a pincushion because I was using him to model a dress I was working on."

"It wound up a tablecloth. Pretty uneven one, too," she finishes, trying not to linger in the failures of her youth. "How about we get some water into you? Try and break that sweat, yeah?"