Nicknames don’t necessarily faze Stiles, given that he has a penchant for them himself. But the one Kenzi chooses seems so…old, like is she secretly in her thirties or something? He knows better than to comment on it, so Stiles ultimately decides to roll with it.

“Who, me?” There’s no one else, Stiles. “Oh, I was just admiring…your hair. It’s very stylish. Very chic. Do you use volumizing conditioner? What’re your trade secrets?”