"I don't know either! I was hoping to steal your idea," she teased. Inside the ice cream shop, all of the flavors were written out on top of the containers, which were pretty much at forehead level for Stiles. "Hold on." Before he could get frustrated or start straining, Lydia lifted him to stand on one of the stools, keeping a grip firmly on his waist so he didn't fall over. "Can you read them?"