Me: beef wellington, wine sauce, sauteed spinach, sauteed potatoes and cauliflower puree. Also pate, crisp bread and cake.
Beloved:.... Marry me.
Me: I already did
Beloved: That's because I'm awesome and have super power of foresight.
Me: And saw this meal?
Me: But you haven't eaten yet, it could be awful?
Beloved: if it is then I would have foreseen it and wouldn't have married you so you wouldn't have cooked it.
Me: So... if this meal is bad we have a paradox?
Beloved: Yes, the whole timeline will collapse and the world ends.
Me:... I better check the seasoning then.
Beloved: uh-huh. OR the Doctor will come and put things right and we can them ambush him and become Companions
Me: Do you think he'd take us?
Beloved: he took Pond.
Me: Gods no - I'm not getting all excited hear the Tardis arriving, running out and seeing the 11th doctor. That'd be cosmically unfair.
Beloved: then you better check the seasoning - end of the world or being stuck on the Tardis with Pond and Not!Tenant.
Thankfully for the world (and our not becoming the first companions to murder the other companions, imprison the doctor and repeatedly kill him until he regenerated into Tenant again) the seasoning was perfect.