"How about you? Are you ready to start your first day at school?" 

She starts putting everything away. 

"I think so! Stiles is very, uh, creative."

"I'll tell him you think so."

Scott starts chopping vegetables. 

"He can be. Do I want to know?"

"Not the details. Sorry." 

"Anyway, we should get ready for dinner. Pascale, do you mind helping me set the table?" 

"Sure!"

Plates, silverware, et cetera. To the table!

"I smelled food, so I thought it was time for a break." 

They all sit to eat.

Dinner is somewhat dry fish, with soup on the side.

Mmm, fish.

"Did you get any studying done?"

"I got some studying done? Some is the one that's more than none, right?" 

"I think that's a few?" 

"So how many is a bunch?" 

"Less than a lot." 

Fish!

"The proper ordering is none, one, a couple, a few, some, a bunch, a lot."

Pascale asserts this with more confidence than is probably warranted for someone who learned the language two days ago.

"Sounds right to me. I think she'll make a great teacher." 

"Fake teacher. Fake substitute teacher." 

"But a great one!"

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Are you worried about the other thing?"

"Is this about the magical serial killer?" 

"Yeah. After dinner?" 

"No serial killer talk at my table. Eat your fish." 

And presently, dinner is finished.

Does Scott still want to talk?

He can wash dishes and talk.

"Have you thought about what happens if you run into the killer at school?" 

"That's kind of what I'm hoping will happen. I don't think they're likely to attack me in public, though."