[Hale is visibly torn between getting up to eat and getting loves. His neck strains towards the bowl, like he's a little Jedi with little Jedi powers that can somehow work. Nope, no dice, Hale. He lets out a disappointed dragonny sigh, scrambling up and nipping affectionately at Stiles' hand before he's bounding for the table and settling in for meat and cheese. So good... nomnomnom.
Stiles is looking over at him with a grin, then turning that on his very adorable waitress girlfriend.]
I don't know. What do you feel like putting in your mouth.
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Stiles is looking over at him with a grin, then turning that on his very adorable waitress girlfriend.]
I don't know. What do you feel like putting in your mouth.
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I don't count.