I don't think you've said it today. [She grins softly at him as she carefully sets the tray over Scott's cluttered desk. Which-- she'll more than likely be organizing before he wakes up.
As for Stiles, he probably wouldn't think that, exactly, if he knew what she brought him. It's not so much the food that's the problem.]
I've got spaghetti and meatballs and bread for you. [And coke. But she took the time to pour the contents of the can into a glass with ice because she got him a caffeine-free one. He needs to sleep some, at least. And she'll make sure of that.]
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As for Stiles, he probably wouldn't think that, exactly, if he knew what she brought him. It's not so much the food that's the problem.]
I've got spaghetti and meatballs and bread for you. [And coke. But she took the time to pour the contents of the can into a glass with ice because she got him a caffeine-free one. He needs to sleep some, at least. And she'll make sure of that.]