"It's not just that, Allison. Just...promise me you'll be careful."

"I'm always careful. I'll take this out, you get the forks."

And she returns.

(She feels guilty about eavesdropping, but all things considered she would really like to know what werewolf hunters are discussing with the daughter who's dating a werewolf.)

"Ooh, that looks tasty."

"Scott, do you want to try some of the pie? I baked it myself."

"I'll give everyone a slice, Allison. You just sit."

She cuts eight slices, and starts distributing them.

Well that was a metaphor if she's ever seen one. She'll gratefully accept some pie and wait for Mr. Argent to come back with the forks.

Forks!

"I hope everyone left room for dessert," he says with a glance at Stiles.

Stiles has no sense of shame, and digs in.

Ade has no sense of shame but does have a sense of social propriety—which she sometimes chooses to ignore, granted, but this is not one of them. Omnom.

Scott finishes his slice quietly, only saying, "It was good," after his last bite.

"Does anyone care if I have another?"

"Go ahead."

"You bake?" she asks Allison conversationally. "I didn't know."

"Sometimes. I like trying new things."

"Mmm...'s good try, but you should practice more, and share the results."

"I think that was an actual compliment, joy of joys."

"Thank you, Stiles. Thanks, Scott."

"Allison can't manage anything besides baking, it's frankly impressive."

"Specialization is key, Chris. Be proud your daughter knows where her strengths are."

Stiles looks at Scott.

Sigh.

"Can I get the last slice to go? For my mom."

"How thoughtful. I'll get you a box."

He stands, beginning to clear the table.

Jesus Christ these are the worst parents ever.

"Do you want any help?" she asks, half standing.

"No, he's got it. He likes handling the chores himself, since he can't be the sole provider. It's a masculinity thing."

"Very funny. You should take it on the road. Victoria, can we afford to subsidize a stand-up comedy lifestyle?"