[texting]
lydia: I can't hang out with you tonight. I foresaw a dark omen stiles: okay.
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[texting]
lydia: I can't hang out with you tonight. I foresaw a dark omen stiles: okay.
lydia: we do this the old-fashioned way lydia: *pulls out a Molotov cocktail* stiles: how did you make that so fast?!
stiles: I think I missed a step or misread something in this recipe book.
lydia: Why’s that?
stiles: Because I’m pretty sure my soup isn’t meant to be screaming.
lydia: Wait... Where did you find this book?
stiles: In deaton's library.
stiles: now, what am I gonna do about my engagement present?
lydia: what engagement present?
stiles: derek gave me a bracelet.
lydia: [takes it and inspects the stones] hey, these are real diamonds!
stiles: of course they're real! what do you think? My fiancé is a bum?
lydia: shakespeare wasn't lying when he said that tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day
stiles: neither was smashmouth when he said that the years start coming and they don't stop coming
stiles: I was going to suggest a very bad plan but then I imagined lydia reading it out loud at my funeral and the whole pack booing me, so decided against it.
stiles, talking to lydia: I've wanted to be a trophy wife since I was a little boy.
stiles: shower thought! the sun has never seen a shadow
lydia: if you’d stayed in the shower a bit longer you’d have realized the sun has never seen anything