-Stiles…I never remembered giving you permission to house an accused murderer.

-…If it’s any consolation, I never meant for you to realize that you were in fact housing an accused murderer. 

-Stiles.

-Okay so you’re not really housing him, he’s just spending the night. One of many nights.

-You’re grounded.

-Can’t I even explai-

-I think I get the idea, son. Now get up, get dressed, and Derek?

-Yes sir.

-You’re staying for breakfast…and we’re going out, and I’m going to get the biggest, most buttery stack of pancakes, as well eggs, sausage, and biscuits. You’re paying.

-Dad!

-Stiles.

-…OKAY, ALRIGHT.