He listened carefully to her explanations, both because he was interested in the topic and because he was enjoying the time spent with Meg. This aren't getting any less surreal, though; they were getting more and more so, as he was sitting at a table eating sushi with someone he cared so much for but who was very much dead.

Nothing about the last day--had it been a day, or more, or even less?--had been 'normal' even by the standards of their world, and he half-wondered if maybe he wasn't as sane as he'd thought, and this was all some elaborate hallucination.

But there was no point in dwelling on that possibility at the moment, and Castiel tried to distract himself with food and how pleased Meg looked. He chose some tempura, as she had, and took a bite; the flavor was entirely unexpected and difficult to describe, but entirely enjoyable. He decided right then that he liked it.