"Nice choices," he acknowledged of the songs she listed as he continued to observe her casually, still feeling the faint pull of sleep. Her choice for him gave him an undeniable little feeling of being pleased with himself. And with her.
"Went down to get a few groceries," he answered, holding out a hand in a silent invitation for her to join him now that she was ready for bed. "Mostly the makings of lasagne, thought I'd get some more to Cas. He seems to be a fan. Feathers too, come to think of it. I'd hate to make him jealous."