Patricia hated cooking. She would rather dissect someone else's creation, not build it up. It may be a bit backward but that's simply how her brain chose to run. Still, if she had to create something it might as well be deep fried goo. Patricia scooped up some more chips, plopping them in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "The trick would be keeping the melted goodness trapped inside the fried shell. Interesting."
"I'd like to be richer, I'm sure others wouldn't mind either. Money is never fairly distributed when you have none. Politically," --was it safe to be talking about this? "Politically I would say I never trust a politician. Or anyone who thinks they know what is best. No one knows, that's why ideas keep changing." There, vague, useless but honest. That's about as open as she could get with a stranger. "You?"