"There's nothing wrong with my cooking," Harley retorted at Floyd, blowing a raspberry in his direction for good measure. She grabbed the fork off the plate and went to cut the waffle, only to find that the breakfast food was a little harder than she remembered. She turned away from Floyd and tried to cut through it again, but to no avail. The paper plate fell apart at the effort and the brick of waffle toppled onto the floor.
Harley dropped the pieces of paper plate to the ground in attempt to cover the hardened food. "Oopsies," she said, looking up at Bruce and batting her eyes. "Sure, Brucie! Everyone does!" she exclaimed proudly, hoping her animate attitude would distract from the mess on the floor.