Oh my God, Daaaaad. [Now it's Stiles' turn for the obnoxious whining but come on, the Sheriff has had twenty some odd years to embarrass his son. You think he'd learn not to do it eventually.

Groaning, he stuffs his other hand in his pocket, still not moving the other, incriminating arm, and rocks on his heels a little.]

Lydia's mom gets the full size candy bars, don't you remember? Since I was a kid. [And what a nightmare of a sugar high that had been.] So we're meeting up with them there.