[ You'd really think he would know better, at this point. He's lived in the Quarantine for more than half a year. But still, when Lucy says that it's not as scary as facing a dragon, he chuckles, because he assumes that she is talking about something she read in a book. It's what he would have done, at her age. He had contextualized his own life - his loneliness, his boredom, his fear - in relation to the fictional worlds that were his imaginative escape. So he assumes she is a little kid that likes stories (and probably has heard her mom complaining about her step-mother being scary, and is repeating that, in the way that small children sometimes parrot things they've overheard.)

When she says she's not a kid that likes to mess things up, Cisco looks up from the hot chocolate, grinning: ]

No? 'Cause I totally was one of those kids. I mean... I never intended to make a mess! But I liked taking things apart and seeing how they worked, and that is a very messy thing to like to do.

[ He pours out two mugs of hot cocoa, pulls a canister of whipped cream from the fridge, and promptly applies a small mountain of it to the top of both drinks. He takes Lucy's over to her carefully, setting it down on the little table by the fire and warning: ]

It's hot, so be careful.

[ And then, when she has to think back to when her last meal was, well, that decides matters. He doesn't have a lot, in the little cabin, but he has plenty for peanut butter and banana sandwiches - and who doesn't like those? Cisco gets out the bread, asking as he does: ]

You were in the hospital? That's no fun - did you get hurt?