Summer’s eyebrows slowly climb as she takes him in. “We’ll probably want a blanket. To lie on. I don’t know how hungry you get … bring the snacks anyway? If we don’t eat them you can just hide them again.” She swats at what she thinks is a bug but turns out to be the end of her braid, dangling at the backs of her knees. “And bug spray.” She reaches out to take the case from him.
Stiles has a vaguely bemused expression on his face as he watches Summer bat at her own hair and as she takes the case from him. His chin angles down and for a second or two he finds himself blinking at his telescope once it’s in her hands. “Right. Okay. Snacks and bug spray. There’s a blanket in the Jeep.”
He gives an abrupt little nod and bounds back into the house.
Fifteen or twenty minutes pass by before he comes bounding back again, in his hands a tote bag that has a can of Pringles spilling out of one side. “Okay. Okay. I think I got everything.” He sounds slightly breathless.
After a minute, Summer starts poking at her phone. After five, she gives up and sits down on his front stoop, pulling an ereader out of her shoulder bag. When Stiles finally comes back, she makes him wait for her answer until she finishes the page. She looks … sceptical? Suspicious? Amused, certainly, up at him.
“If there’s anything you haven’t got we’re going without it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.” She gets up and picks up the telescope again, easily hefting it and marching toward the Jeep. “I hope we have enough light to set up the telescope when we get there.”