Or graduate physics students, for that matter.
He mixed two stiff highballs and carried them back into the living room. "Here you are. Skoal."
"Ah," she said appreciatively. "That tastes—Ugh." She set the glass down and stared at it with her mouth half open.
"What's the matter now?"
She turned her head carefully, as if she were afraid it would come off. "Len, I don't know. Mama."
"That's the second time you've said that. What is this all—"
"Said what?"
"Mama. Look, kid, if you're—"
"I didn't." She appeared a little feverish.
"Sure you did," said Len reasonably. "Once when you were looking at the baby book, and then again just now, after you said ugh to the highball. Speaking of which—"