Peggy poured him a cup of coffee from the peculator, letting him fiddle with the toy. Stevie had been getting stronger and stronger as he'd gotten older and more toys were getting accidentally broken. His little lower lip would wibble every time.
Shaking her head, she sat down opposite him with her arm resting on the table; "I'm sure it's nothing of any concern, really. I went to the range a couple of days ago, trying to keep up my aim..."