Bart had zipped in while Wally was distracted and started eating, trying to see how much he could get down his throat before Wally or Linda stopped him-- but Wally barely seemed to notice.
He lifted his head out of dinner and looked over at the TV, a doubtful frown settling over his usually cheery face.
"Wally?" He asked, uncertainty clear in his voice, and he turned to look up at his cousin. "Is he talking about us?"