Hey, sounds like the full moon tomorrow's going to be kind of intense? You gonna be okay? Do you need anything?

[Tiffany]

I have seven kids here. Seven. I mean, obviously none of them are mine mine, but...[But he cares about all of them and wants to keep them safe.]

So, I gotta ask. Is it always like this here? With the murder and the death threats? It seems a little extreme. I mean, are most of you even out of high school yet? I'm pretty sure your biggest worry should be did that boy/chick in Bio like me and what the crap do I wanna do with myself in college? Why are you out killing each other and making threats in like 80 different directions? I'm not against a bar fight every now and then, but jesusfuck. Violence begets violence, kids. And if you all keep killing each other to prove a point, (a) you're all gonna be dead and (b) the cycle never stops. So....stop it.

[So maybe she's just distracting herself from her own thoughts about worst case scenarios and what if's and never saids. Point still stands.]

[Stiles]
[She means hers but OTA Stileses!]
This place is seriously batshit. Can we go home now?

[One minute she is stepping out of the shower wrapped only in a towel, the next she is in the middle of Wendy's.....wrapped only in a towel.

She doesn't even bother trying to keep her reaction quiet or to go unnoticed--people.were already staring anyway. One hand flies up in exasperation.]

Aw, what the fuck?!