Dean grinned too, he liked that she described herself as ready to kick someone's arse. "Yeah, my sisters are great. They're both younger than me and technically half-sisters, but they're smart, and funny and willing to kick my arse verbally or physically when necessary. Lack of magic and all." He was so proud of his family, especially with everything he'd put them through, and indeed they'd gone through between him in hiding and his PTSD when he'd returned.
"Oh, rock climbing sounds fun," he said. Not something he especially fancied himself, but a good activity all the same. He could definitely sympathise with the cooking for others thing though. "I've been known to feed the odd friend from time to time. And if there's cake around first thing in the morning it's probably from me. Although there probably won't be for a little while," he said. His run of sleeping potion banished the nightmares and insomnia which led to the middle of the night baking he often indulged in.
"So, swimming?" he suggested. He was definitely ready to get back in, standing around damp for too long was definitely starting to tend towards the chilly.