Dean drags his attention away from his fries to look back up at her. "So you guys managed to get your shit together, huh? At least some version of us did."

At least there's that. It doesn't keep him from wishing he and his own Jo had managed it, though. Or that they never tried to attack Lucifer, to give themselves time to do so.

He absently shoves a fry in his mouth and chews on it, trying to think of a question that was less rhetorical than the one he just asked. "Right. Less serious business crap, I think. What's your favorite of the critters that exist over there? I don't mean the usual, I mean like those horses pulling the carriages."

He doesn't think the name of the things have ever come up when he was being bombarded with this stuff. If it did, he's forgotten it as something not worth remembering because they're only fictional.