Being asked to have a meal with the entire Dempsey clan felt wholly overwhelming on principal; in practice it was that and more, but in a weirdly satisfying way. Seeing Don Juan amongst the rest of his family helped to round out the picture a little better; it certainly helped explain some of the eccentricities. Mostly it made Dean think his own family was boring by comparison. The whole thing has been chaotic, so many different personalities to parse out and decide how to, or if he could even charm them. Dean didn't quite have the same thirst for their approval as Dempsey, but it would be nice if they didn't hate him, even if all he was to be was Dempsey's "friend."

He followed the conversations as naturally as he could, realized he didn't read nearly as much as everyone around him and had to give up on lieu of listening and adding whatever he could to be discussion. It seemed to have gone alright, so far. Following Dempsey out into the garden was a good breather, would give him a few moments to gather his thoughts for the next round. At the question of a cigarette, Dean leaned over and fished the pack from the inside of Dempsey's jacket himself. He'd been looking for an excuse for a while to get close, but obviously had to be on his best behavior today. He'd grown accustomed to having these, second to his own, adapting to the flavor enough; he'd rather get it secondhand from Dempsey's tongue, but this would have to do. He held the pack out after stealing a cigarette and leaned back on the nearest available surface (some sort of stone wall), feeling some of the built up tension leaving his shoulders.

"That's an experience, he offered with a chuckle, but didn't want to give too much away just yet.