( There was a brief thought of what it might be like to be able to pay for someone else's groceries without batting an eyelash. His family had always had enough to get by, to go through the motions without struggling to a point that it was overwhelming. There had been moments, though, that they had worried. He remembered the bills his father had tried to hide after his stint in Eichen House, and the struggles that popped up now and again whenever he'd gotten into something he shouldn't, caused more trouble than his father had been prepared to handle. But they were always short-lived things, especially in comparison to the more pressing stressors of having a werewolf for a best friend.

Maybe, he mused, it was something worth asking Peter about if things continued on this path. Normal and mostly harmless. )

Yeah, just give me a minute to throw this in the jeep. ( He managed a smile, grabbing his own bags quickly to head towards his jeep. He used the short walk as a chance to try and clear his thoughts, remind himself that he was dealing with Peter Hale and letting himself get too comfortable had the potential to do more harm than good. Maybe, he mused, he was being too harsh, too suspicious. Or maybe he wasn't being enough?

Stiles dismissed the thought after tucking his groceries into his jeep. So far, he felt like the only thing he had to worry about was Peter making him uncomfortable. And if that was the case, Peter was succeeding. )

Age before brains. ( He joked as he approached the older man, motioning forward with one hand as he used the other to tuck his keys into his pocket. ) I don't actually know where this place is.