"Um, I must admit it looks good this time, Smith. What about you, Miss?"
Norma grinned. "I had quite a time, quite a time. My ship—"
Socrates kissed her soundly on the lips, and whatever else she might have said was lost in the hurried smacking sound.
Farquhart cleared his throat. "I never knew you took two passengers up at once, Smith. And I didn't see her before—"
"She's here, isn't she?"
"Umm—"
"You never know what we'll do here on Mimas...."
"Umm, well—I guess you're in order this time, Smith. Good luck."
Norma said, "My ship—"
Socrates kissed her again. Then he said. "If you don't shut up I think I'll have to marry you. That's exactly what I'll have to do...."