"Well, they do come home and do useful work! Couple weeks every ten months. Proven to be a highly efficient arrangement."
"More boys to run off to your old wars and more girls to stay home and be lonely!"
"Now you just listen to me, Trillium!" Grandpapa President was all Venus manhood laying down the law. "That's the way things have been on Venus for ten thousand years and all the women in the universe can't change it!"
"I have been in constant contact with my Cabinet during these conversations," Madame President said crisply. "Earth is terminating all trade agreements with Venus as of this instant."
"What?" Grandpapa's beards near pulled his ears off. "It's not legal! You can't get away with this!"
"Take your finger off that trigger, boy!" a heavenly voice similar to Trillium's advised from the Venus panel.
Whereupon Grandpapa glared to one side. "Berta! What are you doing here? I am deciding matters of the gravest interplanetary nature!"
"Were." Features more beautifully mature than Trillium's crowded onto the panel too. "From now on I'm doing the deciding."
"Nonsense! You're only my wife!"
"And new President of Venus, elected by unanimous vote of all women."