Maddy: You wanted to be an accountant on the moon.
Mark: Well, it made sense when I was six. You shoulda seen me; I had my grandfather’s rebreather on.
Maddy: Like one of those gigantor ones?
Mark: Huge. And I had a calculator and I would hide under the dining room table pretending I was on the moon.
Maddy: Adding things.
Mark: Well, when you say it like that…