"Maybe," Stiles replied to the snowman question. "Okay, yes. I don't trust those creepy fuckers, okay." And he did not want to think about them anymore. He didn't need them trying to come after them. Nope. Definitely not going to let his mind wander into that scenario.
Stiles rolled his eyes as he watched Scott put his coat away. "No, you should not get used to this," he told him. "This isn't going to be an all-time thing. You're only getting dinner because I was hungry." He flashed Scott a smile and then started to head back into the kitchen. "Well, get that caveman thought out of your head, wolf boy because you're making dinner next time." He motioned towards the two plates of food on the counter. "Grab whichever one you want." They were the same, so it didn't matter. "What do you want to drink?" he asked as he opened the fridge and peered inside. "We have Milk, juice, water, soda, and beer."