Dean tucked into his meal, nodded at the taste. It was better this time, he thought. He'd adjusted the recipe again and it was definitely for the better. "I know. We're surviving. It's better than some are managing." Dean pointed his fork at Justin. "You put that smile back on your face, would you? It was nice seeing it."
He went for the bread next and then paused. "Though I'd rather you didn't smile with a mouthful of chicken. That'd be a bit unpleasant." To say the least. But the mental image actually had Dean himself smiling.