Illyana smirked at Dean's joke. "Good word, copacetic. I have...had...a friend who used to use words like that a lot." Her face fell as she thought of Doug. She shook her head. There was enough here to deal with that she didn't need to dredge up the recent past for more misery.
At the offer of company, Illyana smiled. "I don't mind company," she said, shrugging. She plopped back down on the grass, confident that Dean wasn't going to try and attack her. She'd known him all of three minutes, which shouldn't be enough time to tell a thing like that, but he seemed nice enough. "Pull up a chair, if you're staying."