The crack about a farmer's tan rewarded him with just that: another merry little giggle out of Allison as she tilted her head far to the right and squinted at him in mock assessment.

"Oh, I don't know...you've got that wholesome, corn-fed, All American look to you." she mused playfully. "I bet you could make a farmer's tan look pretty damn good--if you had one, I mean." She pulled one hand out of her pocket to bop his upper arm good naturedly with her fist. "Kudos to you for making me feel like less of a lone pasty white person. Irish complexions represent, am I right?"

...did she just say that? Christ, she spent too much time hanging around people like Stiles. She was starting to talk--and flirt--like him.