Castiel let Meg take care of ordering, trying not to be frustrated that he could've ordered with no problem--he knew all languages--if only his voice had been functioning. There were worse things he could've lost, but this was still incredibly inconvenient.

He nodded a little at the comment about selection, but it was her mention of pizza that actually drew his attention, and he gave the faintest hint of a smile as he nodded once. He could agree to that.

He turned his focus to his water then, taking a sip; he'd had water before, but it was odd how much stronger the sensation of it was now, and even the flavor. Being human, truly human, was so much more intense than experiencing through his vessel.