"I do like flavour," she said, "Just not in excess. Not spicy and stuff, you know. Just subtle. I should know what I like if I'm going to bother eating it, right? I mean, think about it."
She smiled at them, spreading margarine on her bread. They smiled back.
"Like, I try stuff. Sometimes I buy different jam, or maybe mixed lettuce. Or, you know, Asian salad dressing or something. Once I tried shrimp. But I didn't like it. So, like, if I don't like seafood it'd be stupid to eat it, right?
"I mean, I may as well be happy. And I'm just happy with chicken or whatever. So, I don't know. You can run around trying everything but end the end mine will have been more quality, you know? I mean, if you think about it, I appreciate flavour at least as much as you."
They continued to smile, to mingle, to live. She smirked and ate her bread and margarine.