Dean shrugs in agreement. It's reasonable, because he knows he's upset Santana more than once. She's pretty sensitive for someone who spits out insults like a lucky slot machine spits out nickels.

He accepts his hotdog and consumes it hungrily, because he already finished the pie he brought.

"Kinda impressed," Dean mumbles. "She sure acts like she holds grudges."

He would know, he's been on the receiving end.