"This goes to show that neither of us totally suck at the cooking," Scott answered as he took another bite of the food before Stiles spat out the chicken and shoved it onto his plate. "Well, damn," he said with a small pout, "thought feeding you was supposed to be a sign of dedication and romance," he teased. "That I'm not totally revolted and disgusted should give you an indication of the kinda day I've had a work," he answered in response. Aww, no noodle-time? "I was planning to kiss you," Scott told him after he'd sucked up his noodle, "but you missed your chance now!"
"You didn't aim?" Scott gave him an incredulous look, "why don't I believe that, even for a second?" also duct tape! "Now maybe if you'd had some investment in them maybe you'd have aimed higher," he said with a roll of his eyes and a smirk. "Wait, were you maybe trying to stop me getting it on with Allison?" he asked with a shake of his head, "which would at least make some sense to me in this world," Scott sighed over-dramatically. "So do we now think the dream-people are good and trying to help our now-selves?" Scott wondered if Stiles really believed that, or whether he was just suddenly angling for a little bondage.