[ Claire rolls into a sitting position easily, tucking her hair back when it sticks up and grinning as she plucks the coffee from Dean's hand. ]
... you cook, or Cas?
[ There's a mirthful glint in her eyes, in the quirk of her lips, features that have so much inherited from Jimmy Novak that now makes her look like Cas' own. Funny, how that works. Morbid, too, but... well. That's just how the cookie crumbled or something. ]
Thanks for the coffee. What's prompting the delivery service?
[ She takes a generous sip, watching Dean over the mug with a cocked eyebrow and casual, relaxed curiosity. ]
no subject
[ Claire rolls into a sitting position easily, tucking her hair back when it sticks up and grinning as she plucks the coffee from Dean's hand. ]
... you cook, or Cas?
[ There's a mirthful glint in her eyes, in the quirk of her lips, features that have so much inherited from Jimmy Novak that now makes her look like Cas' own. Funny, how that works. Morbid, too, but... well. That's just how the cookie crumbled or something. ]
Thanks for the coffee. What's prompting the delivery service?
[ She takes a generous sip, watching Dean over the mug with a cocked eyebrow and casual, relaxed curiosity. ]