"A Reverend who knows the reference in Doctor Who." She nodded her approval. "The fangirl in me approves of this. I should show up in the TARDIS and park it outside." But then, that would kind of count as a joke wouldn't it. Damn. It's just as well. A TARDIS at a wedding might be a little odd, chameleon circuit or not.
"I've seen her assistant. He's cute in that assistant way, but he's far too waify. My existence would break his brain." And really, he was. Such a shame. Bart was a possibility, at least for fun at the reception, so she filed that away just in case. "Eh, if all else fails, I'll do something evil. Like hit on the General. That ought to worry people." He likely wouldn't put up with her antics long, but it'd be fun to see how far she could push him. "If you guys really want to thank me for the magic mojo, don't freaking get retconned out of existence. I don't think my heart or my nerves could take it."