Dean had to laugh a little, almost wondering if that was truly a thing. Then it hit him that he hadn't even seen anything like that, not that he'd been looking. Things were just sort of smacking him in the face here. "Are there any strip clubs you know of?"
"Is that why you started buying broccoli tots?" Dean wondered, looking over at Sam before squinting. Sam knew about the bunker, but he probably didn't know about those things. Maybe he didn't even know they were a thing. "They're not...terrible." He gave a little shrug. It was one of the least awful vegetable things Sam had bought to add in with meals. Not as good as fries, though.
"Now you're talking." Dean straightened a little before waving someone over to make an order so they could wait for the box that would, hopefully, weigh as much as Dean. After handing over his card, Dean happily took the box and grinned at the weight, balancing it in one arm while he signed and took his card. "Now. Pizza. Let's go."