Dean chuckles and drags Castiel's foot closer by clamping it between his own boots, squeezing when Cas loses the fight against his own grin. "No one could be tricked into into tofu," he reasons, and for a moment he thinks he might offer to take a single bite, but no. Dean can't do that, not even for his husband.

"Are yams a vegetable?" he asks. "With the little marshmallows?"