Re: [Dylan + Hannah: Facility]
"Nah?" Dylan didn't guesstimate Hannah's life experience. He didn't know nothing about her she hadn't said and while he judged her clothes to be dressy (heels and a blouse that looked what his mom woulda called 'fancy') he didn't know if she was rich or not. Dylan couldn't tell Walmart from Dolce and Gabbana and he didn't assume. Maybe she was private school and like, lacrosse and stuff. Maybe she wasn't. She looked nice, but he didn't know what rich-nice differed from regular.
He hadn't thought about the kitchen either. Dyl's focus was narrow even if it ran deep. He thought about it now, about permission and about the kind of set-up a place like this had. It wasn't a galley kitchen with a broke oven. It would be catering, maybe. Dylan didn't know much about catering kitchens he hadn't watched on TV, but he thought about it deliberate, like sucking on a piece of sugar and he smiled.
"Yeah OK. So long as their equipment isn't completely hard to figure out. I didn't have nothing fancy at home. You have favorites and stuff? I like French food, mostly but it takes a long time to make some of the stuff I like. I can find recipes and stuff, most of my books they're back home." Long speech from Dylan, but it was about stuff he cared about.
"I'm not a comedian. Unless you mean Gabby," Dylan thought about it. Spotlights and stages and maybe it wasn't beyond G now. She could maybe walk, maybe sit on a stage and make jokes. He liked the idea and he shook his head when she said G didn't feel sorry for herself. "Sometimes she does. She's not perfect, you know? But she's my sis, so I'm not going to talk about all the times she's not perfect." He cracked a smile.