Zoe stood up straight to look in his eyes. Was he being serious? His suggestion was so...domestic. She looked around, not sure what she was looking for, but she wondered if maybe she had misheard or she'd lost her senses for a moment.
"You want to have dinner with Dinah and one of those Winchester fellows?" Her brow was definitely lifted in question, and she was certainly smiling. Her hand lifted to his temple then slid round to his forehead to see if perhaps he'd gotten a fever; she doubted it, but she had to check.
"I guess we could. Not to poke something I shouldn't, but will you be able? You haven't exactly sat down to eat with me in a while. You've been running yourself ragged, doing only you know what." Her hand went back to tracing his ear and playing with his hair a little.