Uzume helped herself as well, swirling a fry through the dip. She'd figured Tuck for a good dude – the literature kind of implied it, and the way he'd spoken protectively of the sex workers in his congregation when they'd chatted online pretty much confirmed it – but the more they talk, the more she found herself liking him. He had a warmth that shone through, whether he was recalling a long-lost love or singing the praises of cheese fries.
She crunched down on her fry. "Mm, right? New motto for the revolution: Eat the rich with a side of cheese fries."