Re: [Cafeteria: Gwen & Dylan]
[She wasn't Connie. Connie had done the mom thing around Patrick often enough Dylan knew what it looked like. His mouth pulled at the corners, nothing to do with leggings and he sized her up as she finished.] You eat a lot of fetus? [Mild. Could have been deadpan, could have been serious. Eyebrow up. It was split-through, scarred. Made the whole thing more obvious.]
Nice tights, scientist Gwen. [He checked out her tray, flashed a grin that was easy, lopsided.] Ain't healthy what you're eating neither. Dylan. Not a scientist. [He pinged the collar of his army-issue.] Where you get 'em?