"What kind of something?" He prompts, because he, too is behind on teacher gossip. Tybalt flicks the pacifier out of the ballpit like it's maybe going to burn him.

"...Wonder what the junk to ball ratio even is here."

He sighs and starts a new method; trawling up items from the depths by kicking his feet around, sending balls flinging to reveal what's beneath.

This probably creates more of a hazard, but they'll be here all day, otherwise.