"Oh, I've got a friend." Rob laughed softly. "Or two." Of course, some were family, and others or one other was something slightly more. He shrugged. "Just thinking. Dean Winchester's kind of a thing were I'm from. Was curious."
Rob didn't say much more than that for the moment, just walked. The smell of cooked something was getting stronger, and his stomach was becoming more demanding. He knew he'd eaten in the world before, but it felt as if it'd been a long time ago with food now being so close.
"Corn?" It smelled like some sort of vegetable being grilled or roasting. He didn't think it was potato. He hoped food would be an okay change in subject without being too obvious.