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After a while he finally breaks the kiss and looks around.

"Now then, what next?"

Rose slowly recovers and her first thought is...

"Cake? Dancing? You've got all that, yeah?" she asks reasoning that if he planned it then he should have all that covered.

He nods, remembering he did get a cake.

"Yes!" he declares. "We've got cake. Where is it."

His other self points to a table.

"Brilliant."

That gets a grin out of her as she wonders what type of cake it is.

"Well then let's cut it!"

She drags him by the arm over to the table.

He already sees the cake, and hope she doesn't mind it's shaped like a flying saucer.

"Right then. Who cuts first?"

She actually finds it amusing.

"We both do together." She reaches for the knife and then reaches for his hand. Never would she have imagined she would be doing this. "Ready?"

He nods and lets her guide his hand at cutting the first slice.

"There," he says as the finish. "Not a bad job, eh?"

"Not at all," she says in agreement before taking a small dab of frosting on her finger and then tapping his nose with it. "You were amazing," she grins at the sight.

He looks down at the dab on his nose, before taking the slice and smearing it all over her face.

"Are food fights part of how these things go?" he asks, a little mockingly.

Rose licks some off her lips. The cake is quite good.

"Sometimes. You've never been married before?" It shocks her.

This is a question he's really wished she wouldn't have asked. Surely she could have figured it out from his other self's talking about their grand-daughter. In truth, it's a subject he's avoided, so He'll try to avoid it again.

"What was that?" he asks, wiping the icing off his nose.

"Cake?" she says rather obviously. It's not surprising to her that he's not answering her question but since he's surprised her with this wedding engagement then she won't press it. "So, what next?"

"Dunno." he replies, dipping his finger in some more cake.

"What do you think?"

"Honeymoon, dancing, drinks?" She guesses thinking that perhaps he hasn't planned this as well as he had thought. Maybe weddings were different where he came from.

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"Drinks? Ah..."

He looks over and his other self has already started pulling out a champagne bottle, as well as one of a very peculiar color. Where did he get that from? He realizes to his horror what his other self is about to do.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"What is it?" She turns her head to see his other self with the drinks. "What is that he's got?" It's a bit familiar and yet she wonders. It can't be, can it?

He watches as his other self starts pouring champagne to the guests and gets ready to hand them their own glasses.

"He's the best man," he moans. "I should have realized."

"Oh God he's not..." She can't even finish her sentence as she guesses that soon there will be a speech.

10 is helpless as his other self calls attention to everyone and begins his speech. He makes light jokes about how poorly they tried to hide their relationship and how 10 is way too old for her.

"The horror," 10 mutters to himself. "Ohhhh, the horror."

All Rose can do is just stare in horror. She thought they had done a good job at hiding their relationship.

"You're not that old. I mean, you don't look it," she comments looking at her Doctor before reaching for his hand.

Despite the earlier jabs, his other self concludes with something about how one ages that they feel it's time to settle, and commends 10 on his choice. 10 still shakes his head and tries to look gracious as the toast is made.

Rose just continues to stare and then looks back at her glass. She smiles and looks over at her Doctor. "Nice save, I suppose."

He groans. It was a nice ending, but he specifically told the little so and so no speech.

"Yeah," he says. "Nice save."

He downs his glass in one go.

"Reckon you never thought you'd be giving your own best man speech," she laughs before taking a swig of her drink.

He manages a small smirk. He hopes that'll never happen again. He can only be grateful that it wasn't his immediate predecessor.

"I need a refill."