Felix perked up a bit, nearly stating that it was perfect if only because the pretzels were his least favorite thing in the package, aside from the cracker sticks, but he was too tired to decide if that was telling somehow or not. "Both," he told her instead, which was sort of the truth, as it depended on the morning and what he had planned. It seemed like the mornings they were artificially knocked out for a while made him groggy.
"Too easy," Felix snorted, tilting his head back at a relatively uncomfortable angle to watch as Daphne slipped into the room. "I want to see her prioritize which of those precious, itty bitty animal lives are more important than others." He dug his hand into the bag and deftly secured three rye chips before pulling it back out, tossing the first high into the air and catching it in his mouth. It was a rim shot, the chip bouncing off the side of his lip before landing inside, but he could blame that on the early hour.