[Scott was experiencing some strange changes, but Stiles' seemed a lot more important at the moment. He told Allison about them, in case she was having some too, and she didn't admit to anything in particular. Yet. Scott's weren't really about dreams. It was about reality. In reality he was having trouble controlling his shifting. He found his claws growing for no reason at all, his fangs coming in, and then he panicked and tried to hide until it went away. He used to have nightmares like that, in the past, but at least he knew those were dreams. It was different, when any minute he could reveal himself to someone who didn't know. That could go badly, especially with all the adults they knew gone.
Scott shrugged at the juice reference ... and got a Coke too. He bought the juice, that didn't mean he was going to drink it right away. Probably for breakfast, soda didn't go with breakfast. Without parental supervision he could do whatever he wanted, but Scott wasn't the type to go wild with that idea. Instead he would drink his juice and eat cereal in the morning and dutifully try his best not to get a mouth full of cavities.]
French fries are from potatoes and they're vegetables, so he's not wrong. I think. [It'd be a lot easier to just live on those as a balanced diet. Scott grabbed some of the Cheetos and his drink. Another time he might've challenged Stiles to a challenge, who could put the most Cheetos in their mouth. But they'd done that before. Also, not the time.]
If Derek and Isaac aren't around, but Peter is, that's going to suck. [Scott didn't know why Derek trusted the guy to be around him still, but maybe that was family. He wouldn't judge. He just wouldn't trust either.] Yeah, that's ... I want to say cool. But also not cool. I want to know how we find the doors or whatever to get out. [Scott shrugged and gestured around.] I tried all the doors in the house just in case.