Fred peeked over her shoulder at the blue furred man before turning her attention to the soup. She gathered up bowls enough for the three of them, setting them on the small table. The bowls were soon joined by the strange accidental soup, which did oddly enough smell good. Glasses with water followed everything, and she managed to scrounge up a bit of hard bread. It was the kind of meal she imagined great minds might have a deep conversation over before staging the revolution.
"Thank you. Dean and Sam are good men. I don't think he's going to mistreat me. Then again, there's no guarantee that you'll stay here. I don't think it's safe for doubles to be in the same reality." She shrugged, and Hank's Fred nodded her agreement. "But, we've already discussed that. Soup's on!"
She paused, then giggled. Both Fred spoke simultaneously, "I've always wanted to say that."