Once he agrees to go, Lydia nods a little, mostly to herself, and smiles. "Of course," she agrees, moving to hold his arm rather than his hand. She doesn't mind leading Matt around when he needs it. It's just an excuse to be touching him when they're in public that no one can question without making themselves look like the asshole.

Lydia starts to lead them toward the door. She's starving and so ready for something to eat, even if it's more likely to be slop than not. "Onward ho."