There's a job sewing shit. I'd look into that. Something to keep you busy and out of trouble.

At least until you're ready to make some. [ He's not ruling out that possibility. Quentin never really rules it out--he's not the world's strongest person, nor is he the most charming. He makes his way in the prison by being very good at shutting up and avoiding trouble. ]

And, of course--you know. Read.

[ He glances over at the book he's let the other borrow. ]