"You don't know that, Stiles," he said as he looked back at his friend, "you wrote the rule-book on the wolf-stuff, man," Scott reminded him. "If I can deal with this, you can too," he said with gentle authority. Hell, he remembered too well how overwhelming it had been to start with and if he hadn't had the help, who knew where he'd be now. "You got this," he told Stiles with a nod.
"I figured you'd just rather me not cook," he said with a chuckle, "but if you're content with microwaved curly fries, no problem!" There was a moment there when Scott thought he was going to back out, but instead Stiles went for the woods. "Good call," he said giving him a smile of approval. "We can take the track out and get lost a little, you won't come to any harm," he said as he rinsed off and soaped his hair, getting rid of the last of the jog.