[ Tyler comes to an abrupt stop, swallowing the last of the stolen snack to turn and stare at Cassidy. It's like the guy just asked the question to end all questions, if the question was 'what's the number for 911'. ]

... Oh, thank fuck. Someone who likes real fucking food.

[ Never mind, it was actually a good question. Cas is shaken by an approving hand on his shoulder. It stays there when they get back on their way. ]

I thought I was going crazy, man. So where 're you from? You sound like my dealer.