Upon entering the tavern Dean spotted Tom and gave him a big, teeth bared, grin. He liked the atmosphere here, even if the food left one wanting at times. But then beggars can't be choosers.
Sitting at a table in the back and away from everyone, Dean covertly cast a muffliato on their little area so if someone listened in, they would get nothing of their conversation unless they were the waitress, who would come close enough to pierce the covert little bubble.
He stayed quiet as the waitress came and took their orders. Dean ordered his usual sandwich after asking over the new one and deciding against it. He also complained that Tom's cook needed to learn how to make a decent burger. He waited until after the orders were in and the drinks arrived before diving head first into the issue.
"Alright, Harry. What's going on? No pussy footing or lying, or I'll have to take you to the training room and kick your ass again."