"Dilemma"

Scott's curses were inventive, Jean thought, leaning against the wall--she hadn't realized he could blaspheme in so many languages.

The students were also impressed. Those nearby when the situation began went to find their friends, and now half the school was avidly listening.

Jean suspected she should shoo them off to do homework, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It was good for the students to realize that even Scott wasn't infallible.

"Scott," she called. "Don't you think--"

His damp, tousled head emerged from under the sink. "I can fix an SR-71. I'm not calling a plumber."