Dean was busy laying out all the toppings he could find (including a few things he wasn't sure were meant for the pizzas, like the giant meatballs he found in a refrigerator), but he soon noticed Sam and gave him a look. Was he missing something again? Sam was... staring at a jar of sauce.
He tapped Sam on the arm, hoping to knock him out of whatever kind of daze he was in, then turned to Starbuck. "Are there any toppings you don't like?" he asked. He'd eat just about anything.
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:50 pm (UTC)He tapped Sam on the arm, hoping to knock him out of whatever kind of daze he was in, then turned to Starbuck. "Are there any toppings you don't like?" he asked. He'd eat just about anything.