She turns away, and in the process, she knocks a can of mashed peas down onto the floor. It shatters. Nasty green muck everywhere. Solid into goo, as quickly and simply as the snap of fingers.

I think you mean a glass jar, right? :/ I've never heard of a tin smashing but maybe that's my sheltered life!

I do not have words for how amazing this is. So much better than the ficlet I had in mind. I didn't even think about how the simple act of lying down would be traumatising for Amy after that. But Rory makes it all better. He makes EVERYTHING better.

Amy, you should be an oral storyteller.