Mono darted back as the ball sailed through the air and jumped to catch it. “Hit it??” He blinked as he looked at the ball in his hands. Turning it slightly with a curious spin and trying to imagine at least how that would work. Maybe if he batted it with a hand while it was still in the air? “You mean like this or??” Giving it a smaller toss up and whacking it in Tommy’s direction, he waited eagerly for it to A. be returned, and B. for Tommy to confirm if he’d done good or not.