"I think I have plenty of my own food for all of that," he pointed out as he took another bite. "Oh, well maybe I should spit out some more food, really get you going," he joked. "I can't always be easy for you."
"Weeellll, I'm going to go with the second option since dream me seems to always be on the bench." If dream him were good at playing, then he would be on the field, not always riding the bench. "I get it. I could stop sharing. If you want me to." If Scott didn't want to know, Stiles would keep it to himself. "Fingers crossed that I won't need to know this information that I'm getting through my weird ass dreams. Now eat your food. I worked hard on it!"