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For a moment, Rose reached up and straightened out bits of the wig as it rested onto Roryâs head. âIs that why she moved from Scotland? Too much Amy in one place can be a dangerous thing?â Rose sat back and brought both of her brows up as she smiled; clearly letting Rory know she was teasing. âAnd no, I donât think Coal Hill can handle anymore red heads. Big personalities, ainât they?â She laughed, before giving his last question some thought and consideration. âMm, maybe âthe bride of Frankensteinâ? âCourse, not without the freaky beehive, I think I might go a bit more⊠classy. What dâyou think?â
Snoring his amusement, Rory nodded at that. The real reason was of course much more boring than that, from what he recalled -- parents, and aunts, and job relocations, but he liked Roseâs conclusion better. âCould be, yeah.â He nodded again, in response to her question. Big personalities, that they were. And while at times it could be... terrifying, he found (when it came to Amy, at least) all that attitude was endearing. In a way. âClassy bride of Frankenstein.â He leaned back, considering it. âI think youâd be great.â He had no doubt she had the creativity to bring it all together successfully.








