Overall, having someone pop in wasn't that unusual for Dean. Granted, only one person had been doing it lately, but Duma seemed okay. It was just something he'd get used to. He smiled a little at the weird little electronic voice but nodded, grabbing a can of soda to hold out for him. "If you change your mind, feel free to help yourself. You're welcome to whatever you want."
"I'm making hamburgers. I've been told I'm pretty good at it." He smiled, seemingly a bit proud, and well, it was one of the first things he made once he got a proper kitchen, anywhere. "Dunno what you'd want on there, though. Anything you don't like?" Knowing he could cook whatever and the angel would try it didn't exactly equate to put everything ever on there and hope for the best. Still, he moved to grab the usual stuff so he could make sure there was enough chopped up and ready to go.