>> “REO? Jesus, someone shoot me already; I'm hoping that's just on 'cos your fingers are smashed-up pretty good and you can't really press the buttons right.”
“And I'm hoping you said that just 'cause your head got knocked around and you can't think straight,” Jo sasses right back as she re-enters the kitchen, surveying the ingredients that he's laid out and starting to maneuver a drawer open by grabbing the knob between the heels of her palms. It's obviously an awkward process but she has her elbow stuck out in a way that quite clearly means 'try to help me and get a poke in the side.' “Besides, Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart,” she adds loftily (it's what her dad used to say, she remembers dimly, when her mother would groan about some other song of theirs and as a little kid she'd loved the way that sounded even if she wasn't, and still isn't, quite sure what it meant) and sifts through the knives for a moment before motioning to one. “Take that one and cut up some bacon--” she pauses then, looking between Dean and Sam, “You both like your burgers kind of onion-y and with extra bacon? I was just kind of assuming since that's how I usually make them but it's a pretty changeable thing. We've even got some of those black bean health burger things stashed away somewhere back there,” she motions vaguely to the freezer, “Had a guy awhile back who was one of those 'my body is a temple against bad energy' nuts, vegetarian or vegan or something so mom had some on hand for him.”