"Yeah, and the murderers will turn themselves in and we'll have a nice little cottage in the woods where we can have little werewolf babies and live happily ever after."

"Okay, fine. New plan. We go back there tonight with food, because that's what people do when someone dies, and we are friendly and helpful and he wants to help us because he's confused and grateful."

"...he might interpret that as us mocking him, after today."

"Okay, I screwed up. We can still fix this. If he were actually a murderer, we pretty much had the high ground. We'll just point out that he has that whole...murder chic thing going on. Which is a compliment!"

"I'm not sure you deserve all of the blame for screwing up. And I don't think that'll go over well, either. We should probably... wait. Until he cools down."

"Yeah. We'll wait. Sorry." 

"I'm sorry, too. This was—ill-advised, probably."

"I'm not a good planner. I mostly just wanted to see a body, and figured we could get away with it." 

"I am a good planner but I don't always use this fact and often do things on sheer momentum."

"Good philosophy. Maybe not guaranteed to work all the time, but you can't have everything." 

"I think the optimal equilibrium includes a bit more planning."

"Okay, you plan, I'll provide color commentary. Where are we headed now that crime scene investigation is over?" 

"That's the part where I plan. How do we prove Kate did or did not do it? As a family of werewolf hunters, they're probably pretty proficient at this... Does your father know? Or Scott's mother?"

"No, our parents don't know anything yet." 

"So maybe we should tell them. Same rationale behind wanting Derek to tell us things."

"I don't think it's the same, we already knew some stuff, but sure. I'll talk to Scott." 

"I mean the other way around, it's a huge part of—well, my and Scott's lives, yours by association—and leaving your parents in the dark will probably endanger them."

"Yeah, okay. I'm not sure my dad will believe me, if I don't have proof. I'll wait until after Scott, I guess."

"I mean I can just go floof in front of him, it's easy enough. Scott... might not have enough control to go floof and not tear his face off."

"Won't it be kind of weird meeting my dad?"

"Why would it?"

"Guess not. Dinner tomorrow?"

"Sure. At your place, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah. Should I drop you off at home right now, or is there anything else we want to do?" 

"I think we're all out of adventure for today."