Stiles couldn't help but smile faintly at her comment about Scott. "To be honest, I don't think anyone around here knows where the whole wishes thing came from. But apparently it's happened before. I actually almost waited too long to use mine because I didn't trust it." He shrugged a little, trying not to fidget in his chair. "The best guess it that it's something the Seal does on occasion to like, make up for dragging people away from their homes."
He wasn't sure that a Biblical Seal actually cared about that kind of thing. Or was capable of caring about that kind of thing.
Sometimes Stiles wished that being a teenager involved in the supernatural came with a handbook. "Well, sort of. I wished to be an emissary from our world, which...sorta flooded my head with all this information on supernatural stuff back home, but everything here is pretty different. I mean, the werewolves native to this world are apparently bad and eat people's hearts." He grimaced. "Which the ones from our world obviously don't do, thank god. So mostly I'm just -- trying to figure out how to be useful in this world since that's where Scott is and it's where I am and...I don't know. It seemed like a good idea a the time?"