"Just sit down at the table," she instructed with only a slight hint of annoyance. The smile she shot at him was only about 70% sarcastic, which was fairly good for her. One thing she'd quickly learned was that the sight of him in the morning was one of her very favorite things. He'd always looked so small when compared to Sam and Dean, but she was one of the few people who'd seen him without the boys flanking his sides, or without that ridiculous trench coat, but this was not the hospital. She hadn't looked at him then as anything other than her charge. Now, however... The pajamas the apartment had come stocked with didn't leave much to the imagination, for which she was grateful. She still supposed they'd have to get him some decent clothing at some point. Most of the closet had been filled with things identical to what he'd arrived in, and she desperately wanted to change that. The thought of jeans and leather belts sent inexplicable shivers up her spine, but she hid them well. None of that was quite as endearing as his hair, however. Bed head suited him, the way it stuck up in the back, and tousled down over his eyes in the front. She resisted the urge to smooth it back for him. She'd been very careful about touch him, since their first encounter. She was confused enough without adding to it.
"Eat," she instructed, waving at the buns on the table. "Kid in town gave them to me. He's gonna help me keep you alive," she smirked. "I could stop a hellhound from ripping you apart, but if you starve to death on my watch I don't think I'd ever live it down." She focused on the eggs in front of her, trying not to let them get over done...whatever that even meant. The bacon was easier. Meat she'd worked with before though...to be fair...it hadn't been pork, or even chicken or beef. Still, she was a better judge on it's condition. She slid the crispy strips off the skillet and onto a paper towel lined plate, to soak up some of the grease, as she started to scrape the only slightly burned eggs out of the frying pan. The smell did nothing for her, though the bacon grease was surprisingly pleasant. She marked it down as something to add to the list of human foods she might like to try at some point, just for reference.
"Here," she said, plunking down the plate of eggs and bacon in front of him without much ceremony, before returning to the kitchen to get him a cup of coffee, one of the few things she'd been instantly successful at making. She was feeling inexplicably proud of herself for the simple task, but she buried it deep. She could feel the steady pull as her power shifted to him, but, for the moment at least, she didn't mind so much. She sat down at the table, watching him with interest.