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[notenlightened]

Reese is in the Conrad common room. There's a book resting open in her lap, but she hasn't turned a page in the last twenty minutes. She's deep in thought - mostly about this situation she seems to have gotten herself in with Crews, but also, also inconveniently, her thoughts are drifting to what her father might say if he knew about this entire

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[thehandsomeone]

Dean is also near the park, and he's also, unsurprisingly, hungry. He's left the Impala behind for now, in the shade of some trees (not that that makes it any less conspicuous, really), and is headed toward a certain taco stand closeby.

Few things would annoy Sam more than for Dean to bring Mexican food into their room, but maybe Dean won't even get that far.

[doneanddoner]

Coincidentally, the taco stand is also Fred's current destination, and it might just be because tacos are without a doubt her favorite, but the stand makes some darn good ones. Her stomach's only getting louder, and the closer she gets to the stand, the more she can smell everything.

She manages to intercept Dean in line for the tacos, but not purposefully, and she won't realize she's cut in front of him unless he says something.

[thehandsomeone]

As it happens, Dean does notice, but he doesn't make a fuss about it like he usually would, since the girl who cuts in front of him looks like she could use an enchilada or twelve.

He goes back to looking at the menu, debating if he wants more cheese or bean enchiladas, figuring the girl will only be a minute.

[doneanddoner]

Unfortunately for Dean, Fred does tend to eat an enchilada or twelve. She blames the fact that she still looks skinny on all that time in Pylea - plus a decent metabolism.

She's debating on whether or not she wants an enchilada or a burrito - or maybe just go with the best of both worlds and have one of each.

[thehandsomeone]

And Dean's stomach is really starting to growl now. He used to think hunting kept him hungry, but it seems like metabolism plays a part, too. Either way, he's getting a little antsy, as he does in any situation that involves waiting.

"My advice?" Dean asks, seeing Fred browse the menu. "The enchiladas are freakin' awesome. Try one of those."

[doneanddoner]

"Oh, I know all about the enchiladas," Fred admits, grinning in a way that suggests both pride and embarrassment. "I was really tryin' to make up my mind between gettin' one or the other or both. 'Cause, see, if I'm that hungry now, I'd have plenty to satisfy my stomach, but if I get too much, then there's the whole issue of leftovers, you know?"

She tears her eyes away from the menu to look over at Dean.

[thehandsomeone]

"I always go with both," Dean admits, shrugging a little. The concept of leftovers is kind of foreign to him, since for as much as Sam bitches about Dean's appetite, they both tend to mow through whatever they buy. "But then again, I can probably eat a little more than you," he says with a grin.

[doneanddoner]

"Maybe," Fred says, studying him with a tilt of her head. "Your body mass is significantly larger, which sorta lends itself to the theory that you could, you know, put away more food, but other factors often come into play. Whether or not you had a big breakfast, or if this is your first meal of the day. Things like that."

[thehandsomeone]

While Fred talks, Dean stares kind of openmouthed, looking down at himself briefly and then back at her. "Well, yeah," Dean says, after a minute. "That. Can't forget about the... factoring."

[doneanddoner]

"I'm sorry," Fred says, her grin turning sheepish.

"Sometimes I just go on and on - I forget that people aren't really keepin' up with my brain."

[thehandsomeone]

"Don't worry about it," Dean says, shrugging again. He grew up with Sam, after all, so he's used to feeling a little (or a lot) behind. "No harm in being smart. I'm Dean, by the way."

[doneanddoner]

"Dean," Fred repeats, and then offers a friendly hand, the other reaching up to nudge her glasses over the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Fred."

[thehandsomeone]

Dean shakes back with a firm hand, his eyebrow quirking just the slightest bit at the name - he's heard some weird ones since coming here, but she seems like she's normal (or, not a demon or an angel), so. "That short for something?"

[doneanddoner]

"Winifred," she says, with an accompanying crinkle of her nose. "But the only person who really calls me that is my momma. Everybody else, it's Fred and Fred only."

[thehandsomeone]

"Sounds good," Dean says, chuckling a little. "So, Fred, you decide on anything?" he asks, tilting his head to indicate the stand next to them.

[doneanddoner]

"Oh! Right."

She turns to the man working the stand and nods quickly.

"I'll just take one enchilada and one chicken taco, please."