"He's excruciatingly bad with them, so I imagine it's a... new augment. 'Gifts' I suppose from the Singularity."

He perches oddly on top of one of the red booths, straddling it. Still playing with the sugar shaker, white occasionally falling free as he does so.

"It's a travesty, Michael." It's probably the most "normal people" conversation they've had since Lucifer stumbled in here. Bonding! Over bad-mouthing a Winchester. "An absolute insult." Annnnnd the reason Lucifer got his ass handed to him.