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Donna is over the whole "spreading her seed stage," though, she misses her kids that... weren't her kids. "So... the only way to 'be a man' is to nail her?"

"Of course not. But that's what people claim." Rory's tone was polite and amused. "It's what I'm meant to want."

Donna looks curious, "And you don't?" Then she realizes what she's saying, "Oh I'm sorry... letting my curiosity get the better of me!"

"One Amy is more than enough to exhaust me." His tone was very affectionate before he realised what he'd said. "And I didn't mean it that way."

With that, pain or no, Donna starts to laugh. It continues for a couple seconds until the pain becomes too much, "Oh Rory, I didn't think you did... If you know the Doctor and Amy travels with him as well, I imagine? I can understand why you'd feel that way."

She groans a bit, "They're wrong by the way, laughter isn't the best medicine."

Rory winced sympathetically. "It's a good one if there's not much wrong with you. And she's as good at getting into trouble as he is."

Donna grins knowingly, "Then you're right... you do have enough with just them."

"It makes running A&E seem relaxing. Bad days I compare to my honeymoon."

"Oh? What happened on your honeymoon?"

Rory smiled, amusedly and slightly ruefully. "What didn't? We took it with the help of the Doctor and the TARDIS. So we had Daleks, Cybermen, Khaleds, Poc'toon, a Nestene Consciousness, an attempt to destroy the Universe, and a few other little things like a Kraken trying to swim off with the TARDIS."

Donna giggled lightly, "Between the Doctor and the TARDIS, did you expect anything different?"

"Of course not." Rory laughed. "But it was one of those holidays I needed another holiday to recover from."

She nods, "Oh I know excatly what you mean... some time I should tell you about Midnight."

"Midnight. And over a drink I think. It'll be good to have someone else to chat to about this stuff."

Donna grins, "I'd be happy to oblige that.... minus the drink.... I don't think you'd believe me if either of us had anything to drink."

She starts suddenly, "That reminds me! Milk!"

"An unbelievable story by TARDIS standards? That must be impressive." Rory's eyes went distant briefly. "And milk?"

Donna shrugged, "I thought it was the first time I heard it.... Yes, milk. That's why I was out and about today. TARDIS decided to run out of milk.

"Must be one hell of a story? And how much milk do you buy for the TARDIS?"

Donna sighs, "A jug or two... lasts quite a bit, actually. And, it was, but I think the Doctor should tell it... really, it's his story after all."

"Have you ever convinced the Doctor to tell stories about his past?" Rory shrugged.

Donna giggles lightly, "With the gob he has? It's like getting him to shut up... Though I get the distinct impression that he doesn't ever share everything... certianly rarely the important stuff."

"Oh, he talks." Rory grinned, remembering. "But it's all about things. Almost never about anything personal."

Donna shrugs, "He talks to me... but then we're best mates... talking is one of those things that we do."

Rory asked a simple question. "Has he told you his name?"

Donna shakes her head, "No, but there's something to do with Gallifreyan society that he only can under a specific set of circumstances."