Levi picked himself up and headed over to the car, which seemed a bit more impressive than some of them he'd seen on the road recently. Quite a bit longer, too. It was no trouble getting himself into the thing, even he he paused to see how the door swung open, and then shut again behind him. "Interesting," he said, and rather meant it. The leather seat was a nice touch too. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen one on television with one long bench instead of singular seats before.
He didn't quite smile back when Dean offered one (smiles from Levi were rare gifts indeed) but he did lift his eyebrows up and offer a somewhat friendly expression, which was more of an effort than most people got. "Hey," he said in greeting, because there was no point in being awkward. "Food there is fine. It's not a big deal, so long as there's somewhere to get french fries." He was into those now. It was quite possibly the best way he'd ever seen a potato prepared in his life. "Your car seems nice," he went on, twisting somewhat to look around. It was clean and spacious. Then again, most everything seemed spacious to a guy who stood barely over five feet.