that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

I know you I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true That visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream I know you I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true That visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: Damn straight...the time in my Jeep at Spring Break...

Lydia: It was amazing. This time will be amazing too.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: And what a time(s) it was!

Lydia: It always is.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: I love our little girl more than my life but time with you...I will never turn it down.”

Lydia: Probably because time with me is how you got our little girl.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: It’s a yes.

Lydia: I'll pack a bag for her.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: I get out in 15.

Lydia: Let me know what she says.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: You’ve known me since I was a kid. This is not surprising to you.

Stiles: Doesn’t she always? I can call her after class.

Lydia: Call her after class.

[onceuponalydia]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: These summer classes are killers.

Stiles: I’ve been thinking of being between your legs all day long.

Lydia: Pervert.

Lydia: Think Grandma Melissa wants to keep the baby for a few hours?

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: We live in a very strange world.

Lydia: I said I don't want to think about that.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: A combination.

Stiles: She does love to talk. Gets that from me. I don’t think I ever babbled to milk though.

Lydia: Unless there was a ghost...but I don't want to think about that possibility.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: It can be sex, naps, a date...

Stiles: My angel did no such thing.

Stiles: Why was she screaming?

Lydia: Your choice.

Lydia: I have no idea. I just heard her yelling - happy yelling - and found her in the kitchen screaming at the milk. She doesn't want any, I asked. She was just trying to communicate with it.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: Depends on your preferred method. Once I know that I can make a plan.

Lydia: I'm open to possibilities.

Lydia: [sends picture of herself and Gracie]

Lydia: One of us just spent three minutes screaming into the refrigerator.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: That sounds useful. But also a lot of work.

Lydia: What's your plan for making it up to me?

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: Don’t think that’s possible, baby.

Lydia: It's possible. It's a lengthy process and you probably won't ever be as proficient with your left hand, but it's a useful skill in case your right hand ever gets injured.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: I’ll make it up to you.

Lydia: Are you going to learn to be left handed?

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: No. I just wasn’t thinking.

Lydia: Offended.

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Stiles: My Mom was. I guess that’s fitting.

Lydia: I am too. Did you forget?

[onceuponalydia]

text → stiles

Lydia: I think Gracie is left handed.