Oh.

[oh wow, that's pretty rude of her. but waste not, want not. harley shrugs and pops the little pig in a blanket into her mouth.]

I think I saw something that looks like falafel back thattaway.

[She points over her shoulder, back toward a plate that is most definitely now on the floor.]

But you don't look particularly big on eatin' things off the floor so I guess this means tough cookies for you, mister.