“Should be in a book somewhere,” he said. “The temperature, if neither of us remembers off the top of our heads.” Stiles paused to consider wolfsbane and where they'd get it. He hadn't ever actually gone looking for it himself and he was about five thousand percent sure that he didn't have any left in his backpack after that incident where he'd nearly killed Scott with it.
He frowned. “It's a plant. So.. I mean, if we could get some seeds, we could grow our own. Slow, but a lot less dangerous than traipsing our way into the forest.” Plus, there wasn't even a guarantee that they'd be able to find it. This town was big on creepy and tiny on defences. Stiles liked it a lot less with each day that passed.
“Either way, we want to have doubles on whatever wolfsbane we put in the bullets.” He'd already tossed it out, but he could remember how bad off Derek had been when he'd gotten poisoned with wolfsbane and they didn't want to go taking any chances. “You can counteract the effects with the same strain of wolfsbane you pumped into the guy, which is really useful if we're dealing with friendly fire or someone we need to question.”
Stiles straightened himself up and nodded. “Gonna take some time, right. So. If there's nothing else you guys need from me, I think I'm pretty much good to go. I'll drop back by in a couple days and pick up my book. Will that give you enough time to make copies of what you need to make copies of? Or will you need more time for that, too?” Best not to waste a trip if it wasn't going to be ready, after all.