Perhaps it was a suggestion to make peace with Twolegs.

[It's somewhat of a joke, but... she's starting to think that's the truth. She lets out a little huff and picks up her tablet in her teeth, voice muffled and camera shifting and lurching while she walks back to where her backpack was.]

Whatever food is in there, I doubt it's any good... there's not a single hint of prey-scent anywhere here.