She sticks her tongue out at him, and ends up winning the game because her cards are worth more than his. Staring down at the debris of the game, Summer says, “So now what?” There’s some time yet until dinner, and she feels vaguely guilty that what she wants has dominated their time together.
He purses his lips. “Dammit, you did beat me!” Honestly, Stiles doesn’t really care all that much that she’s beaten him, he’s just being a little bit dramatic. He can’t help himself, it’s something that just comes naturally to him. When she asks what he wants, he looks up at her with curious eyes.
“What do you have?”
She shrugs and flips her hand at her shelves, the bottom one of which is stacked with board and card games. “We did what I wanted already. Twice.” Eventually, she really is going to have to make him go, or at least insist on doing her homework. But … maybe not just yet.