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Settling into a new home after life in the TARDIS was, Amy imagined, fairly hard for anyone who had ever traveled in the little blue box. Already she missed the space that the TARDIS offered, the amenities that always seemed to be right there when needed, the reliable people constantly in and out.

But she and Rory needed space, especially as a couple soon-to-be-wed, and while Amy was quite fond of the influence and diversity the Doctor and other companions brought to Molly’s life, a TARDIS, with all its halls and swimming pools, was not going to be the best of places when Molly began crawling. A smaller space would be better for the small family, at least for a little while.

It didn’t mean Amy was finished with her box just yet, though. Topsy-turvy as it was, she still returned to see just what of their leftover belongings she could find to bring to the new house. Today was one such trip. It wasn’t hard to find a babysitter for Molly, and her day had opened up just enough to allow a quick trip up to the TARDIS to check on things. With a few bags in hand--just in case something good had turned up since her last visit--Amy headed through the halls of Stacy toward the Hangar.

Time for some shopping.

[[ OoC: Feel free to encounter her anywhere between the City and the TARDIS. Just specify the place and maybe the time (catching her headed there or on the way back). ]]

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She has mixed feelings about the sight of Jamie with the bag. On the one hand, it means she and Rory weren't the only ones with the idea of making their own space, but on the other...

A small pang of guilt goes through her. All of them leaving. Necessity or not, it's a bit of a sore spot.

"Only a few for now," she replies, smiling at Jamie. "Not taking everything just yet. We need to make room first." It's hard, moving into a little house--and everything is a little house after living in the TARDIS.

If Jamie had his say, he'd not have left at all, bog in the wardrobe or no. But even he has to admit the TARDIS is not in the best of shape at the moment, and, well, sometimes things need to be done. Doesn't mean he likes the idea much either.

"Aye," he agrees. "I've been trying to work on the rooms in Victori...er, in our place so they'll be alright to live in. Although I'd not blame ye for taking your time with some of the larger pieces, anyway. It's not easy to get at some of rooms in here right now."

There's a pang of guilt of his own as he looks over at the doors to the TARDIS. He's still blaming himself at least a little for what happened to make it that way in the first place - and that's it's led to them having to move out. Taking a breath, he tries to put the best face on it that he can. "Besides, maybe it'll all be fixed soon and we can go back."

Unfortunately for Jamie, Amy is not very subtle at all about her entertainment at his slip of the tongue, and she gives him a nice big grin as he corrects himself. "And how is your place?" she asks, carefully enunciating the words and watching for reaction.

Business being business, though, she moves back toward serious easily enough, and looks thoughtfully at the doors of the blue box. "I think what I've been hoping is that it'll all sort itself back out by the time I get here to move more, and it never does. But the Doctor will get her back to normal soon enough." He always does.

Oh, she would find that funny. Jamie's mouth pulls off to one side at her amusement. "Look, I'll have ye know that it was up to her whether or not she wanted me there in the first place. She could have just as easily decided it'd be better to be on her own. It's not as though it's the same with us as it is with ye and Rory," he retorts, sounding slightly nettled.

But, like he usually does, he calms down after a few seconds. "Aye, I've been hoping that as well," he says, much more his usual self - although a worried expression appears on his face as he continues. "I don't know, though. There's not a time that I can remember that it was ever this bad. Not even when the Doctor had to pull out the time rod thing to stop us from suffocating."

Amy says nothing, just raises her eyebrows and gives Jamie a look that states that she very much doubts that the situation is unlike herself and Rory. At the least, it will probably be changing soon... Well, if half of the TARDIS crew has anything to say about it.

Poor Jamie.

"We've had a few problems before," she thinks, looking back through the doors. "They always seemed to sort out quicker before. Maybe it was that never ending adventure bit. But the Doctor will get it all sorted soon. I don't know that he'll know what to do with himself if he doesn't."

Jamie seems rather unfazed by the eyebrow raise, either oblivious to it or deliberately ignoring it. After all, it'd take more than half the TARDIS crew to get the situation in question to change. Especially if he has any say in the matter.

"Spend all his time making one of us hold something for him while he fiddles with it, most like," he replies instead, a hint of dry humour in his tone. "Although I'd not be surprised if he did that even after it's fixed so he can have things just so."

He follows that glance through the door with a thoughtful one of his own, then sets his blanket bag down, just inside the inner doors. "Look, I've not got anywhere I need to be in a hurry. Did ye need me to give ye a hand for a bit?"

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