"They couldn't hand out better super-powers than fucked-up dreams?" he said with a sigh, stuffing fries into his mouth as he thought about the whole mysterious situation. "There has to be a reason, right? Other than driving you crazy," Scott mused. "I mean, what's to gain by having you dream about some freaky werewolf-world?"
He looked at Stiles in clueless amusement. "For a smart guy you can act pretty dumb sometimes," Scott answered shaking his head. "Your best friend is new here, knows virtually no one and could be about to dream about being ripped limb from limb by a fake-animal that doesn't exist! Now, why would you ask anyone anything about pain?" he said throwing a fry at his head.
Scott laughed and shook his head, "fun is time we went to the water-park and your shorts came down cause you were trying to look cool and not get scared," he told Stiles with a grin. "That burger is just (formerly) living, breathing machismo in a bun!" Did it sound appetizing or a meal he was desperate to try? Not so much. "How about I just watch you eat it and take photos?" Scott suggested. "Before, during and when it comes out again, cause that's gonna burn from both ends!"