For a moment, all Ali could do was look at this poor, deprived young gentleman before her. She'd heard of people not liking chocolate. It was unfortunate, but she could almost understand. Almost. But not liking caramel corn? That was just weird. How did he celebrate Christmas? For her, Christmas was incomplete unless it came with a large tin with butter, caramel and cheese popcorn. Huh. Maybe he was Jewish. But still, popcorn was unleavened. Or was that just for Passover? Whatever, tri-colored popcorn was a pan-holiday sort of snack.
"Dude, seriously...you need to go to more carnivals. The bag stuff is crap, the kettle stuff is saltier, I think. It kinda cuts the sweetness, a little." And dumping ingredients she could do. "This was my job with my grandmother," Ali said, cheerfully, skimming extra flour off the top of the one cup scoop. "I got to pour, lick the spoon, I was very proud of my contributions to the cooking process."