"Hmmmm, I don't know," he said with a slight shrug. "Oh, now you want me to go full on wolf, huh?"
Stiles hadn't noticed the look on the waiter's face and even if he had, he really didn't care. He was on a mission. A mission to eat fast and see what was next.
"Well, too bad, buddy!" He kicked Scott under the table. "No coma of any kind until we get home." Yeah, you really couldn't take Stiles anywhere. Especially to some fancy schmancy place.
Getting to put his normal clothes back on was nice. He really didn't want to be dressed up all freakin' night. Then again he really didn't want to be dressed up at all. "Well, look at that. Barely had to wait." He was already climbing into the back once again wasting no time.