It had been alright for what it was. Everyone was very comforting, especially towards Donna.
Too bad she'd locked herself in her room.
"C'mon, Donna! I need to take a woman with me to the florist! I'll look a right prat on my own." the Doctor had been trying to pry her bed, but to no avail.
"I'm not going out there! Those vultures'll be on me within seconds of walking out that door."
"Oh, I've said the aunts don't wish to be disturbed. Happy? I'm serious about the florist, I can go in there on my own. I'll be jumped upon by Gita, and that's probably much worse than journalists."
Eventually she gave up and went with him to the florist.
"D'you think we should get flowers that match the girls' dresses?"
"You'd have your girls matching a bunch of overgrown pansies?"
"Alright, you've made you point. But what should we get?"
"Forget-me-nots."
"Aren't they a bit small?"
"Well, they symbolize true love."
"The girls can have them in their hair then, but I'm not having tiny blue flowers as the main décor."
"They're usually TARDIS blue, you know."
"Hello!" and just like that, Gita appeared behind them.
"Ah, yes, we've come to plan the floral arrangements. We just don't know what we should have."
"Something blue." Donna said without hesitation, and they were instantly shown all the blue arrays of flowers.
Finally, Donna spotted the perfect thing.
"Tulips. They're blue tulips."
"Yes, TARDIS blue. And?"
"Donna, these can't possibly be of Earth origin."
"Then her suppliers are in partnership with the alien blue men group, but they're inanimate and they're not trying to eat us or kill us. We're buying them."
They payed for their order, and got lunch.
"Miss Noble?"
Donna turned to face the man questioning her, "Donna Noble. What of it?"
"Well, you're one of the aunts who…"
"No offence, sunshine, but I don't speak to any reporters!" and she grabbed the Doctor and ran as fast as she could out of the café.
"You said no reporters!"
"I was wrong! Oh, and you know they have no respect for people's privacy! They'll go through a person's bins if it'll mean getting the latest scoop."
"Fine, I'm in the wrong then too aren't I? I assumed they'd leave us alone if they were told to. Obviously not!"
"We left our lunch. Looks like we'll have to go home and make something ourselves"
"You can't make a brew to save your life; you'd sooner implode the kettle."
"That was only once!"
"Well, I'm making our tea. I don't trust you with the microwave."
"I don't trust me with the microwave either, but that doesn't stop me. And I'll have you know I made perfectly good toast this morning."
"I see, so does burnt to a crisp count as perfectly good nowadays?"
"It was just a bit well-done and it wasn't even my fault, toasters are so complicated now…"
"Here's a hint: Read the instruction manual before use. Or would it damage your male pride so much if you had to read from a measly slip of paper?"
All of a sudden, he pulled her into his arms,
"I missed our arguments… and I missed making up too."
"How'd the flower search go?" The Master asked.
"Terrible." the Doctor replied.
"Oh, he's just moody because he thought they looked alien and I wouldn't let him scan them."
"Did they look alien?"
The Doctor nodded, "Blue tulips. I don't think it gets more otherworldly than that, and they didn't much look like tulips to me. But she got them anyway."
"They're TARDIS blue."
"Since when did the colour of my TARDIS become a new kind of blue?"
"Since it's been that way. What are you going to do with her at the wedding? It's an Earth wedding, we can't just have an eyesore like that in the room."
"She's not an eyesore, and she's my ship. She'll park wherever I park her."
"You two are like an old married couple. We can decide where the TARDIS goes at a later date! Right now we still have allot more important things to be dealing with. Perhaps the invitations?"
The Doctor facepalmed, "Donna, can you help me with those?"
"I've helped you with just about everything else today."
"Will you help me or not?"
"Fine, but you've got to make a list first."
"Here's my list." and it was plopped in front of her.
Donna read the list:
Donna Noble (Of course) and Wilfred Mott
Jenny and Amelia Smith (Bridesmaids)
Harresh, Gita and Rani Chandra (neighbours, I suppose)
Sarah-Jane Smith and Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart (Wow, does this bloke know how snobby he sounds?) (as well as Luke Smith if he can get here from Uni.)
Mickey and Martha Smith (Are we going to be overflowing with Smiths at this wedding?)
Jack Harkness (best man) (and he can bring a date as long as it's somewhat civilized)
"That's all?"
"Well, I don't know all that many people, and neither does the Master. We were thinking this would just be a small wedding."
"Fine, but it's still a flashy wedding."
"Why? Nobody needs to know how well off I am."
"You wanted my help with planning this wedding, so you're going to have to accept my demands or I hop it back to Chiswick."
He sighed, "Fine, Donna, but it's still going to be small."
"You forgot to write the monarchy of Diligo-Ortus on this list."
"Oh, yes! I guess I was just thinking at the time that everyone could find their own transport, and so didn't think of RayRay and Sraexoa who can't. I'm going to have to make a trip to another planet on my special day, aren't I? I was looking forward to not having to be a taxi service like last time."
"It's only one trip to and from the planet, stop whinging."
He smiled, "See? I missed our arguments. You always give as good as you get."
"If I didn't I'd never win."
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