"I am forever grateful to the competent adults in my life for ensuring that my accidents are minimally catastrophic."

"I think that is one of the jobs of competent adults, ensuring that accidents are minimally catastrophic."

"Yeah."

"Competent adults have lots of jobs, mostly because incompetent adults cause the need for them," says Yvette, dryly.

Miles giggles.

Yvette grins. "There'd be less things for competent adults to do if everyone were competent, I think. Share the workload a bit."

"Wouldn't that be nice."

"Yeah. Oh well. Guess we just have to save the galaxy, whatever shall we do."

"Grow up to be competent adults, hopefully."

"I would certainly hope so!"

"I would be very disappointed in myself if I grew up to be an incompetent adult."

"As would I. Not to mention I'd try very hard to change that the moment I realized."

"Well, naturally."

"Along with obsessively deconstructing what exactly led me to incompetence..."

"To be perfectly honest with you, I'm having enough trouble imagining myself incompetent in the first place that I really have no idea how I'd react."

"Yes. That is the most alarming part. How I got there."

"Well, let's just be as competent as possible and then we won't have to worry about it."

"Deal."