She processes it all too late to figure out what's happening, other than Stiles... being Stiles.

She's known him for what, two weeks, and already knows when Stiles is just being Stiles-y. (the last time they hung out, he just kept looking down, he st-st-stuttered when she asked him what he's thinkin' bout).

"Bloody- yeah. Hang on. Let me see." And she's on her feet, setting the controller down to take a look. It takes her a moment before she pops her head back. "Yeah- about five minutes, I've got to put the garlic bread in, take the lasagna out. D'you want to help with a salad?" Already the smells were wafting through her apartment.