Jamie looks down at his garb and gives the hem an experimental tug, a rather disgruntled expression crossing his features. While it wasn't a dress - and he was extremely grateful it wasn't - it still wasn't right. He always thought if he would be married it would be in full great kilt, with a bonny lassie waiting for him. Not in some other plantsuit with a pot of glowing paint and him marrying the Doctor.

Zoe would be laughing herself silly if she were here. He wouldn't actually blame her if she did. He feels ridiculous. But they had both passed the test, and the priests had made it pretty clear that there was no way out of it at this point.

With a sigh, he takes up the paint and starts through the crowd. Time to go find the Doctor and get this over with.