"I have a blender. A smoothie would honestly be better." Harley calls out after Amelia, as the other woman gets up to find something in the kitchen. And luckily, the kitchen is not completely barren. There is even bread and fresh jam placed in the fridge from a recent visitor.

And it looks like Harley had at least had the presence of mind to keep up on grocery shopping, even if she has not felt like eating.

Harley blushes slightly at Goro's gentle clucking of his tongue. "I am used to a jailhouse diet. And hitting the field with little in my stomach."

When Majima returns with the cup of water, she reaches out for it. Her pale skin seems even paler today. With her other hand, she pats the bed beside her, an offer for him to sit close by. "Thanks."