[ Sam glances back at his brother in acknowledgement before pulling out a generic box of cornflakes, shaking it a bit with a raised eyebrow. ]

About what you'd expect. Haven't hit the fridge yet. [ He sets the box on the counter. He might just grab a bowl and call it a day at this point, Sam doesn't feel too picky about what he's going to be putting in his stomach right now. ] Think I might keep it simple right now.

[ He's suddenly reminded of Dean's 'nesting' that happened once they found the Men of Letters bunker and he turns around to face his brother fully, a not quite hidden smirk on his lips. ]

Unless you're up for cooking. Pretty sure I saw an apron around here somewhere...