Castiel's gaze shifted to the waitress and the tray, immediately curious; he knew how to eat, of course, and had done so before, but it wasn't something he took part in often at all. It was something he'd have to get used to, but the prospect was both fascinating and daunting all at once.

He looked over at Meg once the waitress had left, then down at the assortment of food, then back up at the demon. He'd let her pick what she wanted first, and then try what she did. He was trusting she wouldn't steer him wrong.

She, surprisingly, never had.