“I am!” True. “I was just —- seeing if you were paying attention still?” Also true.
Another fish cracker is tossed, underhand, while her free hand collects more.
“Are you going to get those out? Or are you saving them as a snack for later?”
“I might be—” Rapid bleary blinking. “But I wasn’t.”
He catches it though, with pursed lips that open to let fall in his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll walk by my homeless buddies and leave a gold fish trail for them.”