Clunk.

A marble rolled across the table, coming to a stop at the spine of a coffee table book.

Clunk.

Another rolled to the first’s side. She looked at him with a hint of irritation as he prepared to let another marble loose.

Clunk.

“Would you stop that?” she asked him, eyes narrowing before returning to her book. He gave a vague shrug from his position on the floor before dropping another marble. She groaned before shutting her book and picking it up. She rolled it between her fingers and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Acting on an impulse, she threw it at him.

Clunk.