"Okay, I guess. Apologize for me?"

Alistair goes to talk to his mother.

"So what's your story? Are you his sorcerer friend? Do you do sorcery together?"

"Met him a few days ago when a card—the Storm—attacked. Asked him out because he's cute as a button. As far as sorcery goes, I could do very small magic since always and he's been helping me with better magic."

"You must not understand what that means. Scott, she called him 'cute as a button', fix it." 

"We should focus on the part where she's learning from him."

"Right, that. Can I learn magic?"

"Probably? I mean, he knows way more than I do, and he might be annoyed with me if I give you the tools to destroy the world and this is a very real possibility but I think his logic is flawed unless he hasn't told me stuff."

"Hey Scotty. Hey Scott. Scott." 

"With great power comes great responsibility? In brightest day?"

"'The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.'"

She giggles. "Let's not make jokes like that near Alistair, you might give him a stroke."

"Oh, is that a bad thing now?"

"Stiles, stop. He hasn't done anything to us."

He returns. 

"Sorry about the interruption." 

"Everything alright?"

"It went well. She'll be heading out soon, and would like it if I don't freak her out over nothing next time." 

"Why is your family obsessed with the cards, anyway?"

"Most sorcerers are. We moved back here once they activated."

"Oh, you're local?"

"Anyway, let's talk about something else...Sadde, how about you start."

"—wait, something else as in, not magic?"

"You can talk about magic all you want." 

Stiles eats his food. 

"I don't know much about other magic. Maybe you could tell me about it."