"Are there people who dislike coffee?" Adam's eyebrows rose in honest bafflement. He wouldn't call himself an addict (he maintained the point of view that he could stop any time!) but there was a certain something to the stuff.
Adam fingered the coffee maker, then took a step back and gave Robin a confused look. "Is he going to disembowel me if I touch his coffee-maker or so? I have no interest in boats in basements, but I'd lie to know if I should get my own coffee maker." Boats in basements? Clearly the people here had at least as many issues as Adam has. Somehow he found that thought reassuring and breathed easier.
"You know, if you're not completely opposed to our tv show, then I say we should get those dvds and watch it." A mischievous smile lit up his face. "Is the stuff accurate on the shows? Because if is, then it's provide me with so many things to tease Sam and Dean with." And perhaps it would provide him with a fraction of insight into his brothers' lives. His father's life, too. Ironically, he might get to know them by watching tv! Adam shook his head and, impending threat by the elusive Gibbs be damned, started making coffee.
"Peterson might want to take up a new hobby. Mind you, I'm glad to be here. If he decides to trap a couple of random people, he sure could have picked a worse place. Did you see those forests? And I saw something about canoeing and possibly cross country running." Adam paused and flushed. Robin had lived here for over a year. Of course he'd seen it.
"Never mind. I'd love to get to know your family."
The coffee slowly made its way through the coffee maker and its divine scent put a smile on Adam's face. It was going to be the first thing to touch his palate after leaving hell. Next was fast food. He had already decided on that.
"Keep telling me, man. This is the best conversation I've had in a long time."