"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said, brushing Seamus off with a wave of the hand still holding his fork. "I'll live, just a bit scorched. Apparently I'm hungrier than I thought." He just rolled his eyes at Seamus' suggestion. It wasn't like that was going anywhere with anyone at the moment.
Dean started to eat again, very carefully blowing on his food to make sure it was cool before it went into his mouth. "Huh, okay. No grapes for you then." Some of their conversations were incredibly random. This appeared to be just another example.