"No aunt Sharon. No mum and dad. We'll have a proper wedding for them once the Doctor fixes all of this." He stroked her cheek, making a soft sound. "I wonder if we could get the Doctor to do it? To marry us? I'm sure he's ordained somewhere, even if it's not a proper thing of it. And we've got Molly and Conner, they could both be invovled, though I think Molly might just drool on the rings." His stomach lurched a bit, thinking of-no, no, he wasn't going to think of that. Not now. She would be a problem he'd need to deal with.

"Jamie too. That might be nice, having our friends to be involved. And the Doctor." Mad man with a box, but he was their mad man, and he should definitely be in their wedding. "Did you know that after this, he turns into a ginger?" The words were soft, tiredly amused. "A girl, at that. I didn't realize he could even do that. Even with changing his face about."