"Oh, I know," Delaney said. "Spinach makes me want to hurl, unless it's in a nice spinach dip. Preferably with those thin chips that have a lot of salt on them." That got her to wondering if there were supplies here to make a spinach dip, or if not, if the scientists would provide it. Not that she knew how to do that. She should hit up Mick, because he obviously was an expert cook. She filed that away under the 'great plans' category in her brain and continued on with the conversation. "I used to have to hide my snacks under my bed in that apartment, seriously. Or Pilar would go through and throw all that stuff away. It made me so mad!" She didn't actually sound mad, now that it was over with.
She shook her head when asked if she had been in school. "No, I never went to college. My dad wanted me to, but I couldn't see the point of spending four more years studying things I didn't care about." He'd never believed in her or her dreams, and Delaney couldn't help but resent that. Among the many other things she resented about the man.