"I always look forward to seeing you," she admits softly, reaching for his hand to take it. She prefers when he doesn't have his glasses on, but she also knows that he tends to wear them for the comfort of others less than for himself. Since they're not alone, she resists the urge to take them off like she always does when they can steal a moment together.

Lydia's fingers lace through Matt's and she gives his hand a little squeeze. "Come try the pizza I made. Because I told you I'm a good cook, but now I can actually prove it, much thanks to Morgana and Steve for the supplies," she tells him proudly as she starts to lead him toward the lab table they've cleared off to put out the food. "There's a fruit and veggie tray, too, and they're real food, not...that garbage in the Commissary. And Steve got cake for Dick. I think there might be a few slices left...do you want anything?"