Re: [Cafeteria: Gwen & Dylan]
I know the Food Network. [Dylan said it peaceably, like she hadn't challenged his cooking prowess.] You don't wanna cook? [People didn't. Dylan knew a lot of the trailers around did real well with mac-and-cheese boxed. It wasn't ratatouille, which you could make with all the veg nobody else wanted, but it was cheap and real fucking easy.]
I don't use salt when I'm done cooking. [He made a sound, back of the throat, amusement and exasperation and audible when she held up that pinch, and he reached over to spread her fingers wider.] It's gotta work for the proportions. You cook for one person, that much. [A little tighter.] More than one, or you make a week's meal. [Wider.]
That's your pinch. I dunno about girls, but Gab likes bugs. Tights with bugs on 'em, she'll be into. [The confidence of older brothers and his face flitted dark. Dyl had been honest as a kid. Still was, usually.] Her nervous system is all messed up and shit with her lungs. [It didn't invite further questions.]
Tell me about what you do, Scientist Gwen. You don't cook. [A grin, and he stole one of her french fries.]