"Again, no argument," he agrees, reaching out for a hand getting back up again.
There's the sound of uncoiling springs followed by a dull, vaguely metallic clunk followed by a softer fwump from the living room, followed a moment later by Jack's voice. "Sorry! That was loud."
"Your son's up to something," Merritt tells Dylan, bemused.
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There's the sound of uncoiling springs followed by a dull, vaguely metallic clunk followed by a softer fwump from the living room, followed a moment later by Jack's voice. "Sorry! That was loud."
"Your son's up to something," Merritt tells Dylan, bemused.