"I'm not sure that's the point of a honeymoon." Martha wrinkles her nose. "Something about spending time with the person you actually married and not just...your friend who's tagging along in hopes of copious amounts of sex." Though it's infinitesimally better than the Doctor crashing her honeymoon with aliens.

Maybe.

"Good to hear. Maybe we'll be able to get going soon."

Although she doesn't seem inclined to move, either. It's so damn comfortable.