"I can't even claim to have had a refined palate, but prison food has to be the worst of the worst. It's worse than hospital food and school food, anyway." He grinned at her when she mentioned that she used to be a caterer before. "Sounds like you're still a cook at heart, though," he commented. "We don't stop being who we are simply because we went to prison, after all."
He nodded when she said that he could request things. "Well, I admit that I would have requested this," he said, patting the bar. "The stuff that people brew in prison is awful compared to the real stuff." Of course, that stuff was made with ketchup, among other things. "Then again, I'm sure I'll think of something that I want."