She poured coffee at a mug. “I could be a morning person if morning happened later.”
“We could move to Mars,” he offered.
“How long are Mars nights?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes longer.”
She shook her head. “Not worth the trip. Venus?”
“Well there you’re looking at a day-night cycle of about a hundred and seventeen Earth days.”
“Now you’re talkin’. Pack your bags!”
“But there’s no colony on-”
She raised her mug in victory as she left the kitchen. “We’re movin’ to Venus!”