Nodding, Shannon looked back at him. She didn't know the feeling, but she believed him. "Thank you," she said sincerely.
Her eyes followed his toward the mood bead divider and she couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips. It was just too adorably cheesy. She looked back at him when he spoke again and laughed a little. "Well, in that case, I can't wait," she teased. For a fleeting moment, she considered asking him to join her, but thought better of it. Too much, too soon.
Raising her eyebrows as she picked up the clothes, she looked over at Dean. "Van Halen?" she asked, amused. It wasn't really her style, but she supposed it definitely could've been worse. He could've given her, like, a Lynyrd Skynyrd or Led Zepplin shirt, she supposed. That stuff reminded her of her dad. He'd stopped listening to it in favor of soft rock when he'd started seeing Sabrina, but Shannon had grown up having to listen to classic rock and hating every minute of it. Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin...that was music. She wouldn't hold it against Dean so long as he didn't make her listen to it, but she still couldn't help being amused by it. She had to admit, at least, that she thought that style of music sort of suited his personality and not in a bad way.
She winked at him to let him know she meant no harm and held up the clothes. "Thanks. I'll try and be quick."