Indirect discourse

While I was doing lunch dishes, the kiddo dragged her kitchen stool to the counter, climbed up, and stood looking at a plate of leftover cutout cookies.

Me: What are you doing, Kiddo?

Her: Jus' looking at the cookies.

Me: Are you still hungry?

Her: No.

Me: Do you want more tuna salad?

Her: No.

Me: Another carrot?

Her: No.

Me: What are you doing?

Her: Jus' looking at the cookies.

Me: ... Do you want another cookie?

Her: I'll have a heart one!