Eli tapped his foot against the metal base of the table.

He held a yellow wooden pencil in his right hand and a thin paper napkin in his left.

“We scored four hundred and twenty points in the first round,” Eli said.

He talked in quick bursts, his words running into each other without pauses.

“Mason’s academy team only scored three hundred and ninety.

I saw the digital board in the main hallway.

We beat them by thirty points across four subjects.”