"No shit," right now Scott was thinking they needed a vacation to deal with the stress of the hotel-trip! "When it turns into a vacation, you'll get back to me, right?" he asked with eyebrows raised.
Scott turned and hit his head against the wall. It seemed the best answer, all things considered, and perhaps it would knock some damn sense into his dumbass-head! Instead it just hurt. "Just once, it can't mess with us by giving us birthday cake that - here's the killer - turns out to be just birthday cake?" he asked, his eyes pleading with Stiles to tell him some other, less invasive answer than the one he'd come up with. "We can't just give in to this thing," Scott wondered how his friend was taking this so calmly. Right. Six months in the damn place would do that!
He picked up his pillow and covered himself, "you...err...do what you need to, I'll be in the shower and then we can just pretend this didn't happen and get on with our day, yeah? sounds like a plan, right?" Scott turned back and said, "this isn't me saying no, this is me not giving in to the fucking hotel," he said turning back and continuing on his way.