The box, whatever the box brought up? "I cook for my brother sometimes, sometimes we order in or whatever." He took another sip of coffee and set his cup down to eat some of the pancakes. Chuck was definitely his kind of people with the way he ate and Dean really didn't care about their manners, but he could tell the kid was trying.
"My brother and I have a pretty big place back home with a huge kitchen, kind of like this one, only not as big. I usually cook for myself these days because Sam is kind of a health freak and I am definitely not about to be chowing down on kale like a human cow." Dean snorted in amusement and shook his head. "Do you two have anyone looking after you at home?"