“Trott! Trott! Do you have any more marble?”
The dying sun blinded Trott momentarily as he looked up to where his friend was flying down to meet him out in front of Ross’s tower. He sat down the bits of machine he was messing with and opened up his workbag while he said “Mate, I thought you were done with that flipping tower already, why do you need more marble?”
“I still have to do the insides, Trotttt.” Ross whined, before eagerly holding out his hands. “Now, give me all your marble!”
“Still on that marble fix, mate.” Smith said, as he climbed through his portable hole a