"It's okay. People give me a weird look about Fred all the time. It's just what I'm comfortable with." She shrugged, waiting patiently. Not for him so much as for the order to be done. She wanted to see how he reacted to the deliciousness of the taco. She tilted her head to a bench not far off.
"I think sitting down first. Not that you have to, but it is your first time." She was only mildly teasing. "And, Jack is all right." It wasn't a demand nor an attack of some sort. It was simply the truth as far as Fred was concerned.
"And, no," she giggled at the question. "I don't know everything. But, I'm something of a taco expert, no not really, but I've tried all sorts in all sorts of places. Even tried to make my own once when I didn't exactly have the proper fixings - it didn't work out so well, but sometimes you just missed the food you really love." She shrugged. "It helps to bring home to you from far away, sometimes."