"Didn't take time—I was too busy running." Jon laughed as he tried to wring the worst of the water out of his coveralls before going through the living room to the bunkroom, where they could change to dry garments.
As they came out their mother, now also in dry clothes, met them with a smile. "I think your father is getting better—he moved about quite a bit a while ago, although he didn't completely regain consciousness."
"Wonderful!"
"That's super!"
Later, as the three were eating dinner, Jak suddenly laid down his fork in excitement. "Just happened to think. We didn't see any cities here, so doesn't that make this a prime discovery?"
"That it do, that it do," Jon said delightedly.
"Then that means we have the right to name and claim this system...."
"Unless there are intelligent inhabitants on some of the other planets."
"Seems to me if there were any, they'd be here—this is certain to be the most logical world to support life. What'll we call this system?"
"'Carveria,' of course, stupid. After Pop," Jon answered witheringly.