Yeah? That sounds like it would've been an interesting way to grow up though. [He grabs some orange juice from the fridge and moves back to the bar, grabbing some glasses next.] Scott and I used to complain about how there was never anything to do in Beacon Hills. And then... [He grimaces, glancing at her.] Then werewolves. It's so much a lesson in be careful what you wish for.

[Noshiko would definitely know. Mom's always knew. He feels a pang at the thought and pours orange juice into each glass, considering.]

I could go either way. How about you?