[Fortunately, Scott's room is filled with normal teenage boy stuff. A few books from school, his computer, pictures of he and Stiles and of his mom and him. Various pictures in frames of other friends -- Allison and Isaac and Lydia and Kira. Lacrosse stuff. Nothing overly interesting. Nothing that would even signal something is different about him than any other teenage boy.]
And they're delicious for the record.
[He manages to say this mostly coherently around a mouthful of half-chewed food, not even grimacing at the rest of his statement. Maybe he should be more concerned about Dean poisoning him, but he's not. Until Dean made a vague reference to it, he hadn't even considered it, really.]
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And they're delicious for the record.
[He manages to say this mostly coherently around a mouthful of half-chewed food, not even grimacing at the rest of his statement. Maybe he should be more concerned about Dean poisoning him, but he's not. Until Dean made a vague reference to it, he hadn't even considered it, really.]