"Me too," Dillon half-smiled, but it turned into a full smile when he saw her smile. "I know, I know. Technicality and all that," he joked with a little smirk. Fixing the wrist cuff on his left wrist before it fell down, Dillon looked over where Lucas and George were sleeping. "Why do you think he hates me?" he asked her honestly. "Is it just... something about the fact that you and I have our... whatever this is? Or is it something I said or did?"
Foodless picnic. Dillon chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "If you'd put me in charge of all the food then we'd almost be better off with a foodless picnic," he slid over a little bit closer to her and looked over the list. "I can probably do the sandwiches, though." He winked and set his notebook down on the bedside table. "I'm glad I left my telescope up there now, so that we can cut out the stop by my cell." He smiled.
Part of him wondered if he could get away with just wandering around in the cafeteria like that, being that Charlie worked there, too. "You know, I have those same advantages, but I never think to take advantage of them," he laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I'll remember from here on. Think maybe we should grab some drinks from storage? A couple of cans of something apiece, maybe?"