Bill closed her eyes, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead as she tried to process this argument. How could she fight him on that? Confidence was good and the Doctor was never anything but confident. But she really didn't want to think about him in a bathing suit. She really didn't. "Don't... Even. Just don't."
She could argue about macaroons though, "One for every flavor imaginable! C'mon now." That'd be a lot of macaroons and rather like Every-Flavour Beans in the end. It'd be a crapshoot every time unless they were labeled. "Did it help, though? I mean, it made you this man, in the end, didn't it?" And she didn't know if her Doctor was better or worse but she was particularly fond of him, that much she knew.
"Oh, so he's the one who looked like a twelve-year-old," she grinned, "I don't really think she married a specific Doctor, though. It was more just... You. She seems to be rather fond of each of you." Her expression grew dark then and she frowned more to herself as she continued, "I hope I have as much grace to accept it when you change some day."