"I was doing pretty well. I'm not sure why anyone thought using my couch for extracurricular kissing was a good idea."

"Ooh, is there curricular kissing somewhere?"

"Dad, it's okay, they were just leaving." 

She stands, turning off the TV. 

"Yeah. We're really grateful you let us watch here."

"I'm sure they can stay for dinner. Isn't that right?"

"I'll need to call my mom to tell her but sure."

"I'm sure we'd all appreciate that. Stiles? And Scott, was it?"

"My dad was actually going to meet Ade today. So. We should go do that."

"I think maybe that was tomorrow night, Stiles."

"Ade, do you remember me saying it was tomorrow? Since I'm so forgetful."

Wow Stiles Ade thought you could lie. "I think it was tomorrow, yes."

"Fine. We can stay." 

"Wonderful. Allison, could you help me set the table? The rest of you can finish the movie."

Probably without kisses included, huh?

"By the way," she murmurs to him, "how do you feel about polyamory? I said I'd ask but was planning to do it after the movies."

"Did you have someone lined up? This can probably wait until after dinner."

"I did not, and it probably can," she agrees, and plants a kiss on his cheek.

So they all sit down for dinner.

"My wife will be down in just a minute. You can go ahead and get started."

Dinner turns out to be grilled chicken served with vegetables. 

...are the others starting, too?

Allison and her father seem to be waiting.

Scott is taking his cues from them; Stiles looked ready to start until he was mysteriously kicked under the table.

Then she'll wait, too, and try to cheerfully chat about trivialities and break the ice.

"Ade, I heard that you're also new around here? Where are you coming from?" 

She names some other small town where she used to live. It's not super close.

"Oh, really? I have friends there. Small world. Ah, there she is."

He stands and kisses his wife.