"Would you like something to drink, Ian?" Ty asked innocently. "We've got pop in fridge, or milk, or water, or whatever..."
Ian was getting a little wierded out... Dustin was nowhere to be seen and this constant THUMP Thump coming from above.
"Uh... sure. A Coke I guess."
Ty smiled. As he got the pop, he silently wished for Ian to gain 1" of height, 20 pounds of muscle, and a larger package for every sip of Coke Ian drank.
"Here you go." The thumps were getting louder and louder.
"Excuse me for a minute, I've got to check on something."
Ty had ignored Mark and June for long enough. As he walked upstairs, however, he heard the hiss of the pop can opening.