[She gives it one last longing look, purses her lips and looks back to him. Then reaches over, slides the plate to him while patting her tummy and letting out a loud laugh]

Guess I can spare a crumb or two, seeing as though that...would be me third.

[Then she thinks it would be a good idea to toss him the last soda that she had smuggled out of the fridge] Think fast, sport!