Somehow, in spite of the fact that he has so much potential and he's definitely a catch as far as she's concerned, Spencer still manages to elude the better part of Cadelle, which is that it's a safe space in which people can connect romantically or sexually with one another free of judgement and, from what she can tell, obligation.

Lydia gives a playfully long-suffering sigh and shakes her head. "Spence. You can't do nothing for it," she counters, starting to move toward the door slowly so that he'll follow her. "There's a match-making service. I'm going to do it. You should do it, too," she tells him.

Hell, she's got half a mind to sign him up, anyway, because she thinks he'd really enjoy himself if he let himself loosen up and get to know people. Nobody says that the match maker has to be a romantic date, anyway; he could use it to meet a new person that an algorithm thinks would be a good match for him. He might meet his new best friend, for all he knows, if he gives it a shot. "You can't blow off your first official Cadelle holiday. That's just an affront to the culture of our new temporary home," she points out, but she keeps her tone and expression light so that he knows that she's half-joking.