"You act natural. Chill. This is a totally normal teenage girl thing."

"Scott! I'm glad you could make it."

What. No. Ugh!

"Yeah, I'm glad too!"

"Yeah, no, we're not letting you two embarrass yourselves. I'm Stiles, this is Scott, you're Allison. Who's my date?"

"Regan. More 'sacrifice' than date. Though who you sacrifice me to is your call, I suppose."

"I don't know any pagan rituals off the top of my head. Okay, that's a lie, I can think of a few, but not so many with the human sacrifice. I can look them up after pizza."

"Yeah, we should probably get going. Is everyone okay with taking Stiles' jeep?"

"He's a great ride. Doesn't even have any stains I can't identify."

"Oh, that sounds way better than asking my dad for a ride. Lead the way."

"This skirt is at the end of its life anyway. It laughs in the face of creepy stains. As I throw it in the rubbish later tonight. Lead on."

Stiles leads everyone to his jeep. It's not a very new jeep. It's the kind of jeep for which someone might use the phrase "it has character".

"Everyone, say hi to Roscoe."

Scott rolls his eyes and makes to sit in the passenger seat-

"Hey, sacrifice, come sit up front with me. Let's give Allison and Scott some time to talk."

"No problem, Cetus. I see through your ruse," she says as she hops into the passenger seat.

"Uh, sure, my ruse. What kind of nickname is Cetus?"

Allison and Scott sit in the back seat.

"So...what kind of pizza do you like?"

"Oh, all kinds really."

"Oh, cool. So do I."

Regan ignores the painful banter in the backseat.

"He was the great sea monster that the god Poseidon sent to eat the sacrifice, Andromeda. It was a whole thing. Very exciting."

"I feel like I'm being typecast just because we're going out for pizza and you know nothing else about me. Can't I be some cool death god or something instead of a sea monster? I don't want to eat a sacrifice."

"Hades? He did the whole stealing Persephone from Earth thing. Less sacrifice and more kidnapping though. Less topical."

"How about I look it up later, and I just admit that I kind of zoned out when you were introducing yourself. I'm Stiles, and you're- Raven?"

"Regan. I'm Allison's sister and designated chaperone. I'm glad for the company. Being the third wheel is kind of the worst."

"Four wheels and we're almost as effective as Roscoe here," he says, patting the machine which is sputtering along admirably.