Oh god, this was a conversation that Scott could happily live his entire life without having to hear! "You know, I would have taken him to my place every time if I'd know the damn construction people were going to do such a lousy job at sound-proofing the house," Scott said with a wince. "I'm stealing your headphones," he told Cisco, definitely wanting nothing to do with the shower competition that was being set up between the house-mates. "Pork fries do sound good..." he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep. We're going to eat all the fries in the world and die trying to finish the order," he agreed with Stiles. "One day, years from now, they'll find our bodies hidden in this booth, morphing into our own lard-burg and they won't be able to work out where we end and the fries begin," Scott said. "Which sounds like a pretty awesome way to go," he said grinning broadly. "I'm good with a coke," he told Stiles. "Perfect for cutting through the grease and maybe my only chance and life!" Yeah, he was being a jerk, but then when wasn't he?
"There's no way you're getting out of singing, Cisco," Scott said backing up his boyfriend on this one. "If you can tease us about bathroom antics you can sing for your supper. I say no fries till we've gotten at least one song," he said to Stiles with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Scott took the iPad and started to look, "Boh-Rap, Don't Stop Me Now or Killer Queen?" he asked Stiles, just as Cisco swiped him with the licorice. "I can too judge. I just can't contain my ability to steal candy," Scott told him with a laugh. "Right, let's do this," he said grabbing the mic. "Stiles, with me!"