He was going to offer to clean the kitchen because it's one thing he can do without screwing up. Mostly because it might leave him alone in the kitchen with the coffee pot; but when Taylor stands up for him, it's all Zack can do not to smirk at Dean.

“I'll do the dishes,” he offers now for a completely different reason. Because Taylor is now a friend in Zack's eyes.

Another pancake meets its doom and grabs the pot to refill his cup. “It is good,” he agrees, starting on his eggs. “Thanks, Taylor.”

Pausing for a moment to swallow down more coffee, Zack decides Dean’s suggestion makes sense. And the shit is painfully obvious. “I s'pose. It's enough to get used to being a sasquatch,“ yes he now understands the full implications of the word. “Let alone having blood and a heart and breathing. And parts that want to do the thinking for me.”