"I'm serious, Di. If I were more scientific, maybe dad would be proud of me."
Diana reached over and placed her hand over his. "Martin, I'm sure dad is proud of you. If it helps any, I'm proud of you."
Martin looked at Diana, surprised. "Huh? You're proud of me? For what?"
"Well, you're brave. You're a fast thinker when it really counts. And despite your immaturity, you do put others safety ahead of your own." She paused in thought for a moment.
"Brave and brainy, huh? Go on…" Martin teased with a hopeful look on his face.
"Ughhh, I said when it counts, Martin. Don't push it."