"If you promise..." he says in a teasingly reluctant voice. She's right though, he hasn't noticed that she's been trimming her hair that way. Maybe he would have noticed if he had all his senses, but he doesn't so it's a moot point. "The offer still stands," he tells her in a more serious tone of voice. The fact that she doesn't want to use INFRAREDs as guinea pigs to test functionality is one thing he loves about her. Lydia doesn't look at the INFRAREDs and see people that are inferior to her. In fact, as far as he can tell, she could care less about clearance levels except for how she can help with a higher clearance level.

He nods a little in acknowledgment, a silent little 'you're welcome'.

"After tasting a meal like this, I think I'm entitled to change my mind," he says playfully. She should be pleased with herself. It's a fantastic meal with limited ingredients.

Matt chuckles a little. "Not that I'm knocking your bias, but..." he teases her. He squeezes her hand in return. "Thank you. I like your feelings. I hope it's on track."