"I feel like you just want to fatten me up." Not that pizza didn't sound good. Then again when didn't it sound good. But no. He was perfectly fine eating what he had made. "I don't think I want to share my food like a couple of birds. Pass." Grinning he said, "I'm going to make you work for it because it'll amuse me greatly."
He honestly didn't know. "Beats me." He was still surprised that both he and Scott were even on the team. It just didn't seem like something they'd both do. "Okay, then I won't stop sharing. But if you ever get sick of hearing it, say so and I'll knock it off." And he would keep it to himself. "I'm your Stiles," he said with a huge smile. "And you're my Scott."
After a few more bites, he was done and getting up to put the now empty plate into the sink. "You're still slow," he teased as he glanced back at Scott who was stille ating.