“Giddyup, Doodles! Let’s light this candle! You got the coordinates?”
“Roger that, Space Cowgirl!” says Doodles, grinning. He looks down into his lap, where he’s scribbled a handful of notes. “Just need to make sure I’m not reading you my latest paint by number…”
Disco giggles. “Keep me soaring, will you? I hear the moon takes points for a face-plant, especially when the pilot is a literal plant.”
“Yeah, you really gotta stick the landing,” agrees Doodles, nodding. “Or those Soviet judges will tank your technical score!”