Success. Sweet, beautiful success. Slumping, Stiles removed himself from the real Violet, then apologetically helped to prop her up. The old woman appears to be in a faint, passed out cold. Thankfully... Maybe she won't remember Stiles launching himself at her like a rocket.

"Yeah, are we gonna Jumanji that thing?" he agrees, eyes narrowed purposefully at the bottle. "Let's find a place where no one will hear her puns ever again."