[ He collects their plates of food, leaning down to yammer through the food slot at the guard like any obvious liar with something to hide. Yeah yeah, they're trying switching bunks for a change... The guard, who hadn't asked and didn't care, moved on quickly.

Scout returns with the plates of food, eyeballing Spy before placing the man's food on the table pointedly and going to sit on the edge of his bed with his own plate. ]

You say somethin'? Well apparently Brick's gonna be ok, I guess, if you count walkin' with a limp fer da rest of his life as ok.

[ Scout scoops up what appears to be instant mashed potatoes. ]

Trade ya the white broccoli fer yer roll.

[ That's cauliflower, Scout... or really blanched broccoli, you might be right. ]