"I see how it is," Scott said with an eyebrow raised, "it's no violence until you're the one doing it. Nope. Friend rules work both ways, I told you this!" he said laughing.
He could usually win Stiles around in the end, just like he had that power over Scott. Usually ending in mischief from the pair, at least when they were younger. "You get to watch the action from the bench too," he said with a grin, "and the cheerleaders. Best spot in the room," so he was still pointing out the reasons this was a good thing. "As long as we're still us and not some creepy dream-freaks, it'll all turn out okay," Scott answered wishing he could be a little more sure in his assurances. "One thing's for certain, we're not changing," he said flashing Stiles a smirk, "so everything else can go to hell."
Scott was pulling the burger apart to see the various component parts as Stiles described it. He was a little wary but he was game and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing he glanced at Stiles, "that's actually pretty good. I mean, it really shouldn't be, but it is," he said digging in with more confidence. Who thought this up should probably be shot but so long as it tasted good he wasn't going to sweat the details. "Like a spicy cheese burger with added Cheetos," which was all the way odd, but good.