Under the impression that he’s meant to get off, he does so (regretfully). Then, of course, the first thing he does in his foray of the fae’s natural world…is pluck one of the flowers from the ground carelessly. Brushing his fingers along the stem, he studies it thoughtfully before bringing it closer to his nose to sniff. Stiles doesn’t know too much about plants, so he can’t say one way or another if this flower is native only to the Other Realm.

“Dude, I’m sure most of the world was more like this at some point.” Despite the casual dismissal of his words, the remark has struck a chord in him. “My home…well, it’s just a small town. The preserve is like this. Only, it’s teeming with supernatural baddies that want to eat people.”