Seeing that his grandfather was now off the phone, David said, "If you give me some money, I can go buy myself something to eat."

Martin gave him an "Are you kidding me?" look. "Do you have any idea what your mother would do to me if I even thought about letting you do that?"

"Aw, C'mon!" David protested. "Uncle Simon lets me do stuff like this all the time."

Yes, Martin thought, and what would your mother do to him if she knew about that? He made a mental note to talk to Daphne about limiting the contact between her brother and her son. "All right, let's go," he said as he raised himself up from the seat once again.

A few minutes later, the two found themselves at the back of the concession line. In the next line over, Roz was also waiting. Martin caught her eye and motioned for her to come over. "When you get a chance, you should really give Frasier a call," he said. He tried not to look excited. He knew Frasier would want to share the news with Roz himself.

Roz would not be so easily fooled. "Is this about what I think it is?" Though she and Frasier had once thought about getting together, they realized they were better off as friends. Since then, she'd been hoping he would find someone to settle down with. She knew how badly he wanted what Niles now had.

"I can't tell you what it's about, but you should probably call him soon," Martin said.

"Oh, I hope he and Charlotte have finally set a date. When Frasier left Seattle to be with her, I never thought he'd wait five years to marry her!" Roz said. "Especially not after seeing what happened to Niles and Daphne. And now Alice is too big to be a flower girl."

Martin shrugged. "Yeah, well, Niles and I told him a thousand times to hurry up. But he wouldn't listen. I think he was afraid of making another mistake again after Lilith, and all the other women he's dated since then. That's Frasier's problem, he thinks too much. He's been that way ever since he was a kid."

"Thinking a lot is a good thing," David interjected. "Dad says when you're faced with a problem, the best thing to do is stay calm and think about all the possibilities rationally."

"Yeah, my sons haven't changed a bit," Martin said with a laugh.

"Thanks for letting me know," Roz said. "I'll call him as soon as I can. I can't wait to tell Alice! Do you think Frasier will let her be a bridesmaid or something?"

"Probably," Martin said with a smile. Frasier loved Alice as if she were his own daughter. "But remember, you can't say a word to Alice or Daphne until you talk to him. If Frasier finds out I told you, he'll kill me."

"Technically, Grandpa, you didn't tell her," David pointed out. "Roz guessed."

"Somehow, I don't think that's going to make a difference to your uncle," Martin said as he moved up in the line.

"Don't worry about Frasier," Roz said. "After all these years, I think I know how to handle him. He's probably the only guy I can say that about." She laughed.

After Martin and David had returned to their seats, they watched the game for a few more minutes. Martin looked over at his grandson, and couldn't help wishing Hester had lived to see David. He was definitely happy to have Ronee in his life, especially since Frasier had left Seattle. But that didn't change the fact that he still missed Frasier and Niles' mother terribly. Sometimes it seemed to Martin that David was a living reminder of all that she'd missed out on. He was grateful he at least had all his memories of watching their two boys grow up.

David looked over at Martin. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Martin replied. "I'm just thinking about when your dad and Uncle Frasier were kids. They were an awful lot like you, you know."

"I know," David replied. "Mom always says I'm just like Dad."

Martin smiled. He remembered how nervous Daphne had been about her child ending up like Frasier or Niles. But now, she couldn't be happier to have such a smart son. Whenever she came to visit or help Martin with his exercises, Daphne couldn't stop gushing about David's latest accomplishment. "You know, your mother's real proud of you," he said. "We all are."

"I know," David replied, not quite sure where this was coming from. It wasn't like his grandfather to talk about his feelings so openly.

Martin saw his confusion. "Well, you know, I know I'm not good at saying stuff like that like your dad and Frasier are. But I just wanted you to know that."

"Uh-huh," David replied, still slightly uncomfortable. "Are you going to finish your French fries?"

Martin handed him the remainder of the fries. He felt the need to keep making conversation, though he could sense it wasn't going so well. "I never really got the chance to do anything like this with your cousin Freddy," he said, pointing to the field. "Of course, he was living in Boston with Lilith most of the time, so..."

David nodded. He had only seen Frederick a couple of times when he visited Seattle. But Frasier had made sure David was well aware of all of Fredrick's accomplishments. It was clear that Niles was not the only Crane to be proud of his son.

Martin thought about the times Freddy had visited his father in Seattle when he was growing up. Frasier had been desperate to bond with his son, but it never seemed to happen. Especially once Freddy got into his teen years, it seemed he wanted to have nothing to do with his father. But Martin knew David's experience would be very different. There was no way he would ever end up living like that. Niles and Daphne's marriage was beyond solid. Martin could only hope that would allow Niles to avoid some of the struggles Frasier went through with Freddy.

Martin glanced over at his grandson, who seemed to be watching the action on-field. He couldn't help smiling; maybe all his worrying was for nothing. He knew David would learn to like sports if he gave them a chance. Just then, the visiting team scored, and David let out a groan. "Don't worry," Martin said. "The Mariners can still win. The game's not over yet."

"Uh...I don't feel so good," David said, looking like he might throw up.

"Oh, geeze, the Crane genes strike again," Martin said. He couldn't help remembering the times Niles would become nauseous or have an allergic reaction over almost nothing. "Come on," he said getting up. "We better call Ronee to pick us up."

"What about Roz?" David asked. "Couldn't she give us a ride home?" It seemed like a better idea than waiting until Ronee could get to the stadium to bring them home.

"Nah," Martin said. "No reason she should have to miss the game." Besides, he decided he would rather not run into Bulldog again if he could help it.