Stiles: I KNOW you’re not delulu enough to think you’re smarter than my husband is. *snarls*
Scott: I KNOW I’m smarter! If not, I couldn’t have become True Alpha. Deaton said so.
Derek: *sighs in exasperation*
Stiles: Scott, the only “big” word you know is ephemeral and you had to study it for a week.
Scott: Yeah, well… I have claws.
Stiles, looking unimpressed: You know what? Final straw, McCall. Take yourself and that room temperature IQ of yours out of our home. Oh, and don’t come back.
Derek: Thank you for defending me, baby. I’ve tried for a year with him.
Stiles: *begins a fluent convo in Greek with Derek while flipping off Scott* Pánta agápi mou. (Always my love)
Isaac watching amused: Alithinó álfa kólo mou! (True Alpha my ass!)
Stiles, cooing: Aaww pup, you’re doing so well with lessons!
Isaac: *blushing* Thanks Mom.