"Especially a cook around a bunch of people who have spent time in prison," he told her. "I don't know about you, but the food at the prison I was at was utter crap." Actually, that was him being polite about it. "And I got to admit that I'm dying to try some of your cooking now. You sound so happy when you talk about it. It has me intrigued."
He could understand her need to be looking out for trouble. He wondered what sort of things other people were in here for. He wondered what she was in here for. Stealing money to feed her family? Of course, looks could be deceiving. She could be in here for murdering her husband or something, too. "Sounds like this place has everything." He lifted up his glass and drained the rest of it. He was highly tempted to grab the bottle and take it with him, but that would make a bad impression. Plus, he could always come back in here and grab it later.