Oh! Well, that was good. Duma smiled, glad that he wasn't going to get any strange foods then. If it was something that the humans ate regularly, it surely had to be normal and average. "Sam?" he questioned, as he had not had any interactions with someone calling themselves Sam yet."Were your," what was the word, "parents not there to cook for you?"
Duma just shrugged at Dean. He had no idea what any of that meant. But his smile was gentle and trusting. He would really eat whatever Dean put down in front of him. It was only polite. He tilted to one side to watch the man remove a tray from the oven. What were those? He didn't know. It looked... simple. Interesting.