Lucy understands cravings. She also understands being hungry enough that you want the fastest food available. As long as he's happy, she's happy.

Sorry, Cas. She's not always direct. She is glad he chooses to go with her. "I'll eat a little," she assures him. Lucy tends to nibble throughout the day. She reaches for his hand, fingers threading with his fingers and leads him toward the kitchen through the swinging door. She gets a bowl of pasta and a bowl of three-cheese sauce from the industrial fridge. She puts some of both in a pot on the stovetop and turns the heat on low to start it heating. She leans her hip against the counter. "I can add lobster to it if you want. There are also cupcakes."