"Yeah," he told her, nodding, "I did the seasoning thing and I made the rice. It was pretty...interesting." And nearly disastrous. Which was why it had been very good that he had gotten his Mom to help rather than attempt to do it all himself. Sam Winchester, while smart, seemed completely dysfunctional in the kitchen.
With her food out, Sam worked at opening the juice. He poured her a glass as soon as he finished, took a moment to light the candle, and settled down into the seat opposite her.
Sam handed Heather a fork and knife before he unwrapped his meal. "Are you sure you're okay?" He lifted his gaze to look at her curiously. "I mean, after the past few days..."