Teddy had finally wrested his can of soda from the drooly child, sitting on the couch and cracking it open. Eira was still trying to reach it, but Teddy patiently leaned away from her to take a drink.
Then Billy said that.
He didn't spit take, but his eyes widened and he leaned forward, swallowing hard and noisy, then giving a weak burp. Eira laughed and clapped her hands.