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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[intelligently]

I might have used mine.

[teenyoda]

Then what makes you think I want you to break my... what is it you want anyway?

[intelligently]

I did say something not important. [ Fine she'll go get a spoon or something ] And it won't be broken, just cold. The higher the freezing point the better.

[teenyoda]

[He should have figured she'd have ice. But that makes him wonder.]

Wait. If you've already got stuff you've done it to, why do you need more stuff? What are you doing?

[intelligently]

I'm trying to control it.

[teenyoda]

So... just freeze and unfreeze things. Or wait until they thaw? Or keep freezing them?

[intelligently]

If I knew how to do that I wouldn't be asking for help. [ And she most definitely did say help. Relish that, Stiles, she's only asked you ]

[teenyoda]

If it's not flammable, I could come over and thaw it.

[See? He could be helpful, Lydia.]

[intelligently]

[ Good ] That might work.

[teenyoda]

Should I come over?

[No, Lydia, he was not currently running around his room making sure everything he wore was clean or that he smelled okay. He was also not currently brushing his teeth. Nope.]

[intelligently]

How else will you be able to help?

[teenyoda]

[Ha ha, you're funny, Lydia.

Hear that? That's Stiles knocking on your door. He might be just a tad out of breath.]



{ooc - we can do a log if you'd like?}