Dean laughed, hearty and slightly embarrassed, from his current position on the floor, back against the couch, one knee curled up against his chest. The alcohol had made him warm, so he'd stripped off his shirt and was clad in his borrowed sweatpants. "Yeah, man. I feel like I should apologize for that? It's really hard to go back to like...frozen food when you start cooking. I tried to teach Simon and River, but I'm not sure how successful I've been."