The pen bothered me. So I asked him, “Where’d you get this again?” It was fat and plastic and full of colorful ink cartridges. Being something of a pen connoisseur I never would have bought it on my own.
The strange animal character on the screen jumped over a crumpled brick wall with an appropriate boing sound. “I found it,” he told me.
“Oh. Okay.” I walked into the hallway. But not entirely satisfied I called back, “Where?”
“In the library,” he shouted from the other room.