"Fair enough," he tells her. "I just don't want you to feel obligated." He can feed himself. Maybe not well, but he can feed himself. She's right though, if the tables were turned, if he had his senses and could cook for her like this, he would. As for her suggestion..."Hmmm we should. I like having you over for dinner." It's the most normal thing they can do here.

At least they're in agreement there. He chuckles at little at her comment. "Indeed it would, especially when we get steak as rarely as we do here."

He gets two glasses of water and some ice, moving efficiently and easily in the kitchen. He knows exactly how many steps are between things like the fridge and the cabinets, the kitchen and the table. Soda is one of those things that Matt can take or leave. He prefers to get his coffee via tea or coffee. He picks up the glasses and moves over to the table, nodding a little when she tells him that how she's altered the surroundings a little. He puts one glass near the center of the table just off to the side for Lydia then moves to his side of the table, finding the edge of the plate with one hand before he sets his water glass down then he sits in the chair as well, scooting it in toward the table a little.

"This smells delicious. Thank you," he tells her. "How are things going at the store," he asks as he locates the knife and fork then begins to cut into his steak.