"Tweaking how?"

“I’d start with your seduction skills. No offense, Allison, but if you’ve learned from watching your parents, they won’t cut it. There’s also the whole werewolf pack insanity, but Victoria told me not to touch that.”

“It’s no business of yours.”

“What, are you going to train me in the art of seduction?”

“Someone has to. Pretty, innocent ingenue works for some boys, but not werewolves.”

"The beta is completely head over heels for her. It's ridiculous how much."

“The difference between a teenage boy and a werewolf is that one thinks in terms of what’ll get him laid, and the other thinks in terms of how much blood he can spill.”

“It’s not the brightest plan I’ve ever heard. It is the one we agreed on.”

“Without consulting the only Argent leader left?”

“The girls are both quite capable, Kate, and Victoria has always been more sensible than you. Should we have accepted your ruling in absentia? Please give it to us in writing, next time.”

"I know Beacon Hills like the back of my hand. You're out of your depth, old man."

"Kate, let me show you to your room."

"Sure. Girls, help me unpack."

Regan doesn't look to any of her guardians for permission or guidance because they're family and this is fine.

She follows Kate up to her room.

"Really like what you've done with the place. Do you keep the weapons in the garage, or the basement?"

"I'll notice if there are any guns missing from my stock, Kate. This is Allison's room. That's Regan's."

He points at the rooms. Perhaps he’s not interested in playing tour guide.

"And where am I sleeping, then?"

"I was hoping the girls could share for a few days. Regan, what do you think? Can you and Allison avoid tearing each other's hair out while your aunt is staying with us?"

"So you're taking over our mission and my room. What next?"

"You can have my room, Aunt Kate. I'll get you set up."

She doesn't give Regan a warning look. This is how it's meant to go, anyway. Allison's the good cop.

"Regan, get started on your homework."

He hovers near Kate as she unpacks.

Regan sits on the bed, a little in the way. It is her house.

"What's the occasion, anyway? Did you Argent-senses start tingling and you just knew you had to come and see us?"

"We get those installed at around sixteen. Your parents haven't given you the talk yet?"