“Oh my god!” he whispers frantically, his excitement bleeding through the hushed tones. “She…she totally just curtsied to me! Am I supposed to curtsy back or something!?”

Traditionally, the male equivalent is to bow, but this is Stiles so he doesn’t even think of that. Reaching over, he plucks out one of the flowers he braided in Heiji’s tails to offer it to the pixie. Sorry, bro. Ladies first.