"I don't know everything." Fred laughed, knowing that wasn't what he had meant. She continued to laugh, shaking her head. "No, no, I know that's not what you meant, but still. I don't know everything. You're very welcome. Glad that your first time wasn't bad. Glad you like it." She smiled, shoving the last bit of her first taco into her mouth. She chewed, looking a little chipmunk cheeks with it.
"Have you had waffles, pancakes, sundaes, pasta, hot dogs, corndogs, hamburgers?" Yes, Fred knew food. Or she was very well acquainted with food. For all that she ate, she stayed rather trim. Then again, the brainy female didn't sit behind a desk all day. She was always moving it seemed.
"Sorry." She blushed slightly. "I like food. A lot. More than I probably should, but it's so yummy. How can you not like it?" She smiled. "Where you're from, what sort of food do you like to eat?"