Kirk was just finishing his second bowl of the excellent, thick, stew-like soup when Bernard entered the kitchen. He was dressed in holed jeans and an old sweater over a frayed T-shirt, and generally didn't look like a multimillionaire's son.
"Bernard!" Kirk exclaimed, a little indistinctly. He hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and added:
"I'm so glad that you're up. We really need to talk, and I didn't want to wake you."
"Yeah, we definitely need to talk," Bernard said dreamily. An alarm buzzed in Kirk's head. He knew, from painful past experience, that when Bernard wanted to talk there was a serious fuckup of some sort involved.
Kirk waited patiently while his younger son and leader of the Lander colony fetched a mug and made himself a coffee. He opened his mouth when Bernard sat down across from him and snapped it shut when he saw his son take out a pack of cigarettes, and light one.
"You're started smoking cigarettes?" he said stupidly.
