This time the thing bounced off a large table and into a wall, sliding down it to crumple to the floor in a dazed heap. Jane couldn't help blinking as she realised just how far Memphis had thrown it, a good eight to ten yards, however small it might seem when hanging in his grasp it wasn't that small.
She did cheer, when instead of getting up and coming back at him, it sort of rolled onto it's four feet and crawled off. "Oh you drove it away, that's brilliant! But I don't want to sit in here and read anymore today, maybe I should sit in the Mocha instead? I could, um, treat you to a cup of tea or corffee or whatever?