"Hi, fellows! Everything seems to be in fine shape. You chaps certainly did a job while I was non compos. Get any fish?"
"Lots of them. They sure bite swell here. Maybe because no one has ever fished them before, and they have no idea of lures and hooks."
"Then let's just rest and eat and sleep, and plan to take off in the morning, eh?"
"You bet. I'll sure be glad to get back home again," Jak declared. "This chasing around is fun, but I'm homesick for Terra, I guess."
"Me, too, kind of. Besides, I want to get some more schooling at one of our atomic institutes," Jon added more slowly.
"Going to give up inter-stellar exploration, Son?" his father asked drily.
"No, sir. But I figured we'd have to stay on Terra for a year or so while you get everything straightened out about this discovery, and get the ship ready for the next trip. So while you're doing that, I might as well be trying to learn something more."
"We will, and you should. And I presume," he turned to face Jak, "you want to study medicine?"
"That, and other things," the elder boy responded soberly. "If we can afford it, sir, I'd like to get several top men in various branches to give me some special coaching, instead of going to a school. That would get me started straight, and they could recommend good books for me to be studying while we're on our future trips."
Their father looked up at his wife with a smile. "What's happened to our babies, Marci?"