"Dad, it's time to take a break!"
"Sorry, too busy,"
"Stop now, or I'll fetch grandma."
"Okay," Jeff replied, looking up from the paperwork that littered his desk, his hands held high in mock surrender, "you got me… So, who put you in charge?"
"Scott and John," Virgil answered, handing his dad a drink, "they told me to look out for you while they're away, make sure you don't burn yourself out… What are you working on anyway?"
"Oh," Jeff smiled folding up the detailed map of an island Virgil had been staring at, "just some plans for the future!"