Cave!Stiles: Malia, no.
Cave!Malia: But-
Cave!Stiles: Malia.
Cave!Malia: Okay. *sighs and puts her spear away*
Cave!Stiles: Thank you. Please stop trying to eat my friend.
Cave!Malia: Whatever. Probably all tough and stringy, anyway.
Later that night...
Cave!Scott: *wakes up in the middle of the night; hears rustling outside*
Roscoe: *farts*
Cave!Malia: Is that your only defense?
Cave!Scott: *goes outside to see what's going on*
Cave!Scott: What the-Malia? Are you trying to steal Roscoe again?
Cave!Malia: *attempting to lasso Roscoe as he farts again and shambles away* Yes, I am.
Cave!Scott: But why?
Roscoe: *farts louder*
Cave!Malia: Because he needs to be stew, Scott...








