Ah geez, I don't wanna put olives in my salad. I was hopin' to substitute them with extra feta.

[Hannibal please, don't do this to her. She lets out a disappointed sigh, as though this suggested combination has ruined her whole day. Perhaps it has. Perhaps it hasn't. She places it into her basket anyway.]

I'll risk it.

[She eyes the tomatoes next. ] Oh - uh, thanks. For the advice. I'm Harley.