"It doesn't have to be perfect, Sam," Dean muttered, watching the pizza-cutting process impatiently. He took one of the plates as soon as there was pizza on it and would have tried to eat it then if it hadn't nearly burned his fingers just touching it. Maybe waiting for a few seconds was the smart thing to do, after all. "Wanna go to that..." he gestured over in the direction of the semi-outdoors area near Space Mountain, "eating place thing?"