[Stiles gets a mocking little laugh and a glare for his trouble.]

Hahahahaha--funny, dude, only not. C'mon, Stiles, wake up! It's me, and all my damn clothes are gone! I'm heading over to see if Lyds has anything in the Trophy Closet I can wear...can you check and see if maybe I left sneakers in your room at some point or something? Everything in our rooms back home being in our cabins and all...check your lacrosse gear! I know we swapped shoes at least once or twice at practice.

It's a flood or something...you might want to check and make sure your closet isn't full of miniskirts and high heels or something. [He pauses, then tilts his head in mock thoughtfulness, the oh-so-serious and openly fond teasing that can only come from a boy who sees Stiles as a brother just as readily as Scout does.]

Though I don't know...Lyds might be into that. You sure got the legs for it.