"I tried to get seats beside the emergency exit, but they'd already gone," she replied. "Do you think we're too late to upgrade to club class?"
"I don't think Virgin Interplanetary does club class, dear. Branson only does low-cost flights."
"How long to go?"
"Another seven months three weeks and we'll be on Mars sitting by the shores of Hawking Sea, reading our books."
"That's a lovely thought, Bert. Meantime, could you try to get me another gin and tonic?"