Scott grinned, "you sure about that, cause I'd hate to think you were deprived? I'll even call out for pizza, if you're still peckish after that," he told Stiles with a chuckle. He knew dinner would keep him amused but even so after that he couldn't help but offer - who knew, maybe Stiles really would always be hungry. "Thanks for the thought, but I'm good," Scott told him with a laugh. "If I get that desperate for your chicken, I'll just come over there and french-kiss it out of you," he told him. Though, no, he wouldn't. "You can't? Damn! I thought that was the whole point of going steady - so you didn't have to work for it," Scott teased.
Stiles did have a point about being on the bench, "but if you were that bad a shot you wouldn't even be on the team," he pointed out. Still, the balls in the balls were kinda convenient! Scott shook his head, "I don't want you to stop sharing," he told him with a shake of his head. "Firstly you're my Stiles and I don't want you dealing with it alone and secondly, you're right, it might come in useful at some point," and also it gave Scott an idea about what might crop up in his dreams next. "I'm eating, pushy," he said blowing Stiles a kiss.