[ whatever the danger was, she's not elaborating upon it now. instead, she grabs at the glass ketchup bottle and twists off its top. ]

The selection of the first fry is a sacred process. [ the cap comes off with a pleasant little pop. ] You gotta follow your heart. Maybe something particularly crispy attracts your attention? Maybe it's a funny shape. Maybe it looks supremely dippable. Just don't take too long -- [ she's smacking the bottom of the bottle and a few thick dollops of ketchup flow out onto the plate's edge ] -- because they're best when they're still piping hot.