Tommy tilted his head back at some weird angle to watch his dad approach, looking round when he almost spilled his coffee. "Hey, dad. I'm just building a couple of rockets," he explained, gesturing towards the schematics in case he wanted to look at them. "I got some of the parts through the door."
He made a curious little gesture with his hand again, completely different to the casual one where he'd been pointing out the plans, and the rocket floated a bit higher in the air and righted itself, although it still continued to rotate slowly. "I'm just waiting on the glue setting. And kinda helping it along. What do you think?"