"It's always good to know where your weaknesses are. You should learn from her, Allison."

"I'll try. Are you going to be staying here the whole time?"

"I wonder what you're planning on doing that you don't want me to see. Don't worry, I'll be working upstairs, I won't interrupt."

She takes the popcorn to Stiles, who's done with his call.

"Give him ten minutes. How did that go?"

"How did what go, describing myself to Mrs. Argent? Alright, I'm good at talking about me, it's one of my hobbies."

"I meant the whole thing. I would never listen in on a private conversation."

"Speaking of obvious lies, do you think my mother is actually going to leave us alone?"

"You know her better. I know I wouldn't. Kids these days, am I right?" 

Shrug. "My mom would, her only piece of advice for anything like this is 'make sure everyone consents' and 'use a condom.'"

"Your mom sounds as amazingly weird as you."

"Your dad?"

"My dad thinks he's the Sheriff of the whole town, which includes my personal life."

"That sounds very annoying."

"Parents. So is Scott bringing the movies or am I supposed to cover that?"

"In my car, actually. I'll go get them when he gets here, which should be any second." 

Meantime: couch snuggles?

Snuggles indeed.

The doorbell rings, and Allison's mother answers it. 

"Mr. McCall, so nice to finally meet you."

"Oh. Hello, Mrs. Argent. Am I early?"

Stiles scrambles to his feet.

But Allison is there first.

"Scott, come in. Ade and Stiles are already in the living room. Come sit."

"And Stiles should go grab the movies. I'll go with him."

They go.

"You know, it's pretty nice out."

"It is," she agrees, and when they're not in direct sight of the windows she presses him against his car and kisses him.