"Well, none of those go on a burger that I've ever made." Dean smiled, nodding. He was pretty sure there was some crazy person out there trying something like that though and ruining the tradition that was a good classic cheeseburger. He'd seen peanut butter and jelly at a diner once and it felt like a crime even if he didn't eat it. "Yeah. Sam..definitely not much of a cook. I've been doing it since I was a kid."
Once he had the toppings sorted out and tossed on a plate, he checked the patties, squinting some. "Meat? Cooked? Well done?" He looked back over at Duma. "I like well done myself. If you do it right it's not dry." He hoped it wasn't going to end up dry, but if Duma liked medium or something, he'd need to get it out of the heat. He had a feeling the angel didn't actually know either way. He ducked down to pull out the fries and buns, grabbing a couple more plates to start getting everything ready.