One eyebrow twitches, and she bites down on a smile. “Depends on your definition of serious, doesn’t it?” Summer comes back over to the bed, perching on the end. “That was cool, actually.” She blinks at him for a minute, thinking about it, trying to remember, but there’s just a blank space in her memory. She was here, and then she was there, and there’s nothing in between.
The expression on her face shows that she’s hiding a smile, but that just makes him feel a little bit more pride. “Well, technically it’s a person who is solemn in character or manner, but you could just look at Derek Hale and figure it all out in an instant.” Honestly Stiles is just joking around, being a little shit as per usual, but he temporarily stops when he hears her next statement. “Seriously?”
She grins at him fully, this time. “Didn’t you just define serious as solemn and like Derek Hale? Clearly not like me at all.” She shrugs lopsidedly. “I guess I thought you’d make me do something you wanted, not just, you know, tool me around the room. Something,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “/serious/.”