Lydia scrunches her face a little. "Yeah, well...don't let them know you're learning," she warns, "they're liable to lobotomize you." She isn't saying it as a joke because it isn't a joke. For Lydia, that's actually a very real fear sometimes. Not specifically to Matt, but the Specials population in general. Their "glitches" make them different; give them free thought the rest of the Alphas don't appear to possess. They've wiped Tony's and Allison's memories of this place and Lydia's not convinced that they weren't trying to wipe everything completely so that they'd be mindless drones like the rest of the normal Alphas, it's just that Tech failed to accomplish the task.

"You'll get there," she assures him. Lydia believes that. She believes in Matt. "I'm usually right, so..." she adds loftily before grinning with her lips still against his temple. That time, she is mostly joking.

Matt says that he can put together a few things but Lydia perks up at the reminder that he's got an actual kitchen and access to food for every meal. "I can cook, if you want. I'm really good at it, actually," she says quickly as he kisses her. She returns the kiss in kind after and grins against his lips before pulling back, appreciating belatedly that sound in the back of his throat. "I'll take good care of you tonight," she promises in a low, raspy voice.