"I'm the only woman I know whose name is 'Fred,' so it's kind of a singularity, isn't it? Or I am." Fred smiled, settling down on the bench close by. "Thank you." She nodded and started to pull back the foil on one of her tacos.
"Tacos aren't a thing, if you mean a big thing. They're not special. They're common and wonderful. They're not everywhere, but every culture has something like a taco. Some bread type thing wrapped around meat and vegetables. Though I wouldn't call a spring roll or egg roll a taco; think they'd be more of a toquito." Yes, Fred knew food. "Now, you can eat tacos in different ways, but I go for two different ways. One is to undo the foil, wrap the tortilla tight and just eat from one end to the other. But, I think today, I'll go with just peeling the foil back and eating it from one end to the other, peeling back the foil a little more as I go. Usually the weather's much warmer, but today seems like a not so bad day for eating outside."
Fred had been in the City a while, and she had eaten all sorts of things in it. She usually ate those things she was more comfortable with, but she had tried a few of those provided by different worlds. None had captured her heart like her familiar taco and waffle.