The fact that he sounded genuinely sorry was nice. He hadn't done anything, but it was the sentiment that mattered, right? He was a really nice guy. A little awkward, but they both had been, right?
She was busying herself with the noodles, trying to measure enough for both of them, used to cooking for six instead of just two. If he thought she was being silly and actually wasn't interested, she could at least focus on this. But the tone of his voice told her otherwise, and she peeked over at him to see him smiling even as he said the words. She let out a breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding, bit her lip, and smiled. He had said, not questioned, it was a date.
"I'm sure it'll be super gross, burning bodies never smells good. Going to need some lighter fluid. I wonder if we can find some here or have to go to a shed or something." The logistics planning came to a stop and she crinkled her nose as she thought of the decomposition smell too. "Are they all buried in the same place?" The fact that she was trying to carry this conversation while cooking wasn't beyond her. She hadn't exactly ate over a corpse, but she'd seen some really wicked wounds in her time.
Magic could get really warped. "Might be fixating, but yes. I'd feel a lot better. Full-time Daybreaker. Prevention would be better than trying to hunt them after the fact." There were a lot of Winchesters running around and that Hope person, but something about that girl didn't sit right. Her brain was not going in the direction she wanted.
"How's the sauce coming?" She said redirecting it into that incredibly giddy feeling bubbling through her. It probably carried throughout everything she'd just said, but she hadn't stop smiling.