No fraternities for you, I suppose. [ Not that Stiles seemed like the sort to mix himself up in one. He was more for close knit friendships, wasn't he? Considering how close he'd been with Scott McCall for all those years. The opposite of Peter, really, who'd never lacked for some event or the other to go to with other students. But only some of those friendships had held true over the years, and what with the fire... in the end, he was always closer to his family. To pack.

(Sometimes he still felt the ache like a missing limb. Other times, nothing at all. He was never sure which was worse.)

Peter steered them towards the registers, watching Stiles fidget with a faint air of amusement. Someone forgot their grocery list. Well, he could always make a return trip if needed. But for now... ]

There's a good Thai place around the corner. [ Most of the town was still new to Peter, but he'd caught the scent of the restaurant the other day and discovered a favourite haunt for it. Tapping his fingers on the shopping cart handle, he cocked his head at Stiles, brow knitted in a frown that cleared up shortly in favour of a smile. ] However, if I recall correctly, you enjoyed anything with an unhealthy amount of grease and salt. Curly fries?

[ There must be a diner around here somewhere. ]