She didn't even want to know what was going on in this lazy head of his. Plus, she wasn't the kind to obsess over what other people might be speculating---if they were even speculating at all. After all:
don't feed the trolls.
The woman shunned his fry. "I don't want your suspicious fries. You keep them to yourself." She gave a bit of a laugh, and then resumed eating her own food, working on polishing off this basket before moving on to her third and final one. She was happy to chatter with the man about other things that popped up, and yeah, she did have to hand it to him.
This place and the dish was delicious.