Dean has managed to find his way to the kitchen, finally, after vaguely remembering the layout of the castle. At this point, he's settling into his old role, but he's itching to do something productive. And Dawn seems like a likely candidate.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean replies, and as he passes her, he ruffles her hair. Like he always used to do. He's not sure what else to say, though, it's been so long. Come on, Dean, it's just like being human again. "... Pretty sure ice cream doesn't go with eggs, though."

... Did it? He can't remember.