"Okaaaaaaaaay," Scott replied, "but only cause you're my Stiles." He gave him a quick hug instead before getting down to the important business of exploring Cora's room.
He gave a frown, "but it would look good," Scott answered, more disappointed he wouldn't get to play with the thing than that Stiles didn't want curly hair. "You can always wash it out afterwards if it isn't cute?" he said with raised eyebrows, hoping that his argument converted Stiles into a hair-twirler.
"I don't get it," he said shaking his head and taking the lip gloss from Stiles. "Why bother putting stuff on your mouth if it doesn't taste good? Even the medicine Mom gives me tastes good, cause it's going in my mouth," Scott said unscrewing the tube and holding out the foam applicator for further inspection. "Maybe they draw with it too? When we're not looking?" he said looking at Stiles. "In secret girl-code, that we never get to see," he touched the applicator to his lips and pulled a face. "Still tastes gross. Let's paint instead?"