“He’s an android,” the young man insists.
The blonde across the table doesn’t look up. “Really?” she offers vaguely, her clear blue eyes continuing to scan the menu.
“Yes, really,” he retorts angrily, scowling. “Who sits like that, Rose? Huh? For God’s sake even Cas slouches more than that.” At this the young woman treats him to an amused smirk, glancing up and quirking an eyebrow. “So that’s our new tell, hm?” she inquires, clearly entertained. “Proper posture?”