"Your Ma want you to go up?"
"It's okay—they just wanted me for chores today. How about it?"
"Sure, if there's room."
"Hooray! See you tomorrow."
"Okay, kid. And look—if you don't make it, I'll blow you a kiss."
"What's that?"
"I thought you knew. You know how the jet flame is? Blue. Well, if you change the fuel mix it goes orange. That's blowing a kiss. Every rocketman knows about it."
"Wow! I'll be there, though. You won't have to blow me one."
"Okay, Pete."
"Okay, Murph."