Kamala started to do calculations in her head, trying to do proportions in her head to see what the ratio of sharing vs. eating her own food would be. It's been years since she tried to the math in her head but finally her mind made her do the right thing.

"Yes, but I don't think anyone here is in the mood for poultry right?" Kamala giving eyes to the rest of the table so they could catch her meaning.

Because Kamala was a ride or die bestie.