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.
She seems annoyed that he hasn’t picked something of his own, but it isn’t his fault. Stiles doesn’t mind all that much, especially on account of the fact that he’s never been to her house before, so he quite honestly doesn’t know what she has to offer. “I don’t really care if you pick something out, I’m easily satisfied sometimes,” Stiles says casually, smiling a little bit.
“Stiles … ” she sighs. “You’re missing the point. On purpose. Fine.” She huffs and flops down on the bed again. “Tell me about you. What you like. What you’re studying. Your family.”
