Xavin and Dean
Dean could think of something he'd suggest, but not even he was so quick with the come ons. At his kind of weirdly adopted...whatever she was's shindig even.
But the look in his eyes probably made it obvious what he was thinking even if he didn't say it. He should probably behave better than he usually did with the hoards of kids around.
"The hashbrown things are pretty good." That wasn't at all what they were, but Dean really had no idea what he was eating.