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[Not amused as he brushes the last of the salt off and fixes his stool. He does arch a silver brow at you.] Burn?
[Pausing and doing something that could have potentially been stupid/crazy if this HADN'T been ordinary table salt. He licks a finger, sticks it in the remnants of white that is spattered over the bar then licking it off his finger to double check. More quizzical looks for Dean.] What the fuck kind of salt did you toss at me?