Stiles was like a tiny tornado, and Lydia was getting tired just from watching him. Moving to a nearby bench, she sat there with her hand shoved in her pockets for warmth and watched him take on all the park had to offer. Clearly this was a sign she was giving him too much sugar, but she wasn't going to go back on her promise now. Not wanting to take her eyes off of him for a minute, just in case, she spent her time taking note all of the ways the tiny Stiles was like the bigger one.