It was the first time Cas could remember being less than thrilled that food had arrived. Running about a hospital ad instilled in her a good appetite, and she was hungry, certainly; she had also been comfortable, and cuddled against ... against her boyfriend, which was still a new and exciting idea, though she had been living with him for quite some time already.
Never mind that her will to move had largely been sapped, and the couch was comfortable. Still, she pushed herself up, and padded towards the kitchenette. "Mmmm, dinner," she said. "We need napkins, don't we?"