To be honest, Lydia's not been afforded a kitchen to putter around in, with the exception of Steve's for Dick's birthday, since she's gotten here and she's more excited than she thinks she ought to be when Matt says that she can make a meal for them. It probably won't be as good as anything she can make back home, because she doubts that the quality of ingredients he's given to work with at his clearance level are going to be as good as anything Lydia could've found at Trader Joe's but...she can make due.

Kissing him again, Lydia pulls back and gives his hand a squeeze. "Services rendered, huh?" she asks playfully, knowing that he most likely means legal services, but he did walk right into that one and she can't let him get off scot-free. "What kind of services could I get..." she wonders aloud as she finally moves away and into the kitchen to pull open his refrigerator, "out of...oh!, a particularly good salad and a couple of steaks?" she asks, looking over her shoulder and grinning. "I haven't had steak in forever. You've been holding out on me, baby," she jokes.

Why he has steak in there, she isn't really sure, although she imagines it's not like he specifically chose it, so much as that's probably just part of his rations for the week and he's gotten lucky with that. "Sound good?" she asks before taking anything out of the fridge, because there are a handful of things she could make instead, based on what she's seeing in there, and she's already trying to work out alternate options if steak doesn't actually sound good to him tonight.