"Nope, I don't want to know what you had to think about while you walked here." He was curious, sure, but not if it was going to kill his appetite. He'll ask Scott later on what he thought about, until then, nope, he did not want or need to know.
"I don't know, did you?" Stiles asked with a smile. "Well, yeah, since I'm not going to starve myself." He peeked out from behind the fridge door and looked at Scott. "Depends, what thoughts would stay in your mind?" He snickered and then grabbed a couple of beers before shutting the fridge door. "Of course it tastes good" He handed Scott his bottle of beer and then grabbed his own plate before he walked over to the table and sat down. "Soooo, do you want me to tell you my dreams now or wait?"