"Ummm...yeah, I am." It was Scott's fault. Maybe he'll make pizza rolls later or something. "Hey, it was your chicken to start with. I had my own. I was just giving you back your food," he explained. "Pfft, do you really think I'm buying that?" Because he really wasn't.
"Nah," Stiles said with a shake of his head. "It seemed like a normal sized school to me." Maybe not enough people wanted to play lacrosse and that's how he and Scott ended up on the team. "Deal," he repeated. "All mine," he said with an evil grin.
"Yes, you are." He walked back over to the table and he was about to sit down again when Scott finally finished and handed him the plate. "Yes." he grabbed the plate and put that into the sink too. After that, he put the rest of the food away. "What do you feel like doing now?"