"Eh, nah ... we're all assholes one way or another." She shakes a pretzel rod at him. "If you find someone who isn't, be wary; they're hiding something." And then takes a bite out of the pretzel.

"But I'm guessing you probably know like, some other PFA's." She waves the pretzel in a circular motion, asking for deets while simultaneously showering their blankets lightly with crumbs.