“Noth—that is, nothing to speak of.”
“Let’s hear about it, all the same.”
Poke wriggled, but the Shark’s eye held him. “Well, I was sort of hungry, so I went out to the pantry, and had a nibble.”
“At what?”
“Oh, anything I came across. But it was just a bite.”
“How many bites?”
“Oh, a few, I suppose. It was only a snack.”
“Crackers?”
“No.”
“Cake?”