For a split second, Shannon thought maybe she'd seen recognition - of what kind, she didn't know - in Dean's eyes, but she was more than happy when he turned back to the refrigerator and ignored it. She'd promised not to put up the walls, but she wasn't sure she really wanted to face the reality of what she was doing - whatever it was - with Dean and she was pretty sure he wouldn't like it, either. So, she appreciated his discretion.
She couldn't help the giggle, though, as he started toward the table with all the makings of a salad laden in his arms. Pursing her lips together against a full on laugh, she grinned.
He offered his hand to her and she took it, smiling. "Are you always such a gentleman? Or only when you think no one else is looking?" she asked playfully, taking a few steps toward him and then taking her seat.