"Fair enough." She raises her bottle to the thought.

Juliet is just going to keep staring at Stiles for a moment, sniffing at him. After a moment, she trots over to him and walks in a circle around him, rubbing against him. She has now marked her territory on you, Stiles. You are hers. You smell like her, so you are hers. That's cat logic for you.

"At least Juliet likes you." She hated Derek. Threw a fit the last time Nancy had seen him. But. Werewolf. "But I don't think she cares. Oh- what's a good one? That pirate one, can you do that on multiplayer?" Pirates are awesome.