He watched as Dean at the fry - so that was food too. Alright. He picked one up and looked at it, then sniffed it slightly. It didn't really smell like anything other than salt. But he ate it without a second thought and chewed thoughtfully. Perhaps it could've used a dipping thing like Dean had done but it tasted alright nonetheless. Hmm. "Not hardly. I wasn't going to get involved at all but then there's you and Castiel. You might need a bit of a guardian angel, hm?"
Duma dipped his second fry in his soda because he didn't have any drippy sauces on his plate so surely that was a good substitute. Eating it thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed together for a moment. That actually wasn't too bad. A bit soggy but not bad. "Do I seem like someone who wants to be the big boss? I only accepted the Key to Hell because the Name ordered it."