"Oh ho, your parents had good taste," Amy singsongs, turning about to grin at the other Amy as she walks (backwards now) towards the bar.

There's a lot about the room that could seem like some elaborate prank, but it's too real to expect anyone's mates would be taking the piss. Not without a lot of money and probably a good deal of magic.

"Amelia Jessica Pond is my full name, you can call me whatever you like, Amy," she says, not unfriendly; "an' this is Ten Forward. You can get almost anything you want here."