[Stiles has died three times; twice here and once at home. Stiles really doesn't care about much in the way of threats, either from the gods or some jumped up knight who needs to stop riding his jousting lance.]

I judge people harshly for jumping to some worst case scenario over something innocuous after I told him not to worry about it. We're all jammed in here against our will and he's got a bug up his butt about a pet that's the size of a raccoon. We're fighting giants and trolls and have volcanoes erupting all over the place and he's worried about a baby dragon. I can turn him into a pile of ash in less than a minute, and it's the dragon he's worried about? Hale's good for making s'mores and lighting the fireplace.

[Sorry, Dany, but he was defensive over his bb. He'd lost too much here and was just starting to build up this circle of family and friends and he didn't want some gung-ho Lancelot screwing it up.]