"Nahr 'm ah." The woman produces something from her pocket. It's a slice of hot, greasy, pizza. Somehow, it hasn't gotten any grease on her dress, and, just like the fork, it somehow fit into the pocket without creating a bulge. "Ah collect ahll saerts o' stuff. Ye ne'er ken when it'll be useful." Maybe she's trying a bit too hard to do the goofy speech?