Dean stared around the kitchen, looking at all the food as if it was sent by heaven.  He smiled widely, stepping in slowly and carefully, in case Bobby was in a throwing mood.  It wasn't uncommon for Bobby to throw things at him when he was frustrated, especially if he had been drinking.  On that thought, he glanced over at Bobby's coffee cup sitting on the counter and winced at the fact that it was probably Irish.

He picked up a piece of bacon from a plate nearby, and quickly made his way back to Mika for protection while shoving it in his mouth.  Wrapping his arm around her waist he smiled brightly at Bobby again, his tongue between his teeth and decided to speak, "Good morning...Bobby.  The bacon is um...it's good!"

He glanced toward Mika with a small shrug, his mouth full of bacon as he spoke.