“You know, one of the best places to discuss is in the tea aisle. You ready lly must sample our autumn varietal!” At some point during that last sentence, Dean lost track of what he was even saying. He was just reading words off of signs and packaging, but it seemed to temporarily win the approval of the other staff and patrons. At the very least, the humongous guy manning a meat slicer stopped eyeballing them like they were that afternoon’s head cheese.

Dean walked Sam to the tea aisle. (WHY? How many kinds of tea could there even be?). It took Dean a solid ten seconds to mentally deal with just how many kinds if tea existed, but then he returned to the problem at hand. “So why are you here? Were you just going to casually shop for a salad in the... the Veggely Weggely?” Yeah, he smiled at that terrible joke. He could play it off as part of the customer service schtick, but he just thought Veggely Weggely sounded funny.