"At least I'm not gonna get bored here," he replied once he knew there was actual work to do on the island. Of course he was going into law enforcement, in some capacity, it was pretty much all he knew how to do and just because his son was making waves didn't mean Noah was going to sit back and let him get the good cases. "Hey, maybe we'll even get to work together," he said giving a tentative smile towards his son. "Hate to break it to you Stiles, but the crazy ship sailed a long time ago," he teased, knowing his kid would take it on the chin as he always did.
"You don't get the great smell with a fake tree," Noah replied, "but then you don't get to pick needles out of your feet for the rest of the year either. I see the benefits of both." He couldn't help chuckle at Stiles' reaction to his attempted opt-out of holiday cheer. "Hey, if you wanna drag me along and feed me great food, I'm not going to resist too much," Noah told him happily. "It's going to be strange you playing host to me, though," but he couldn't deny his kid was grown and flown now. It was his job to support from afar and let Stiles spread his wings wide. "And Scott's happy too?" he asked, having spent almost as much time with Scott as he had his own son through the years. They were one huge, extended and dysfunctional family, which Noah loved.