[ Scritching her fingers into her son's hair, Selena looks at him innocently from where she's been surveying the work of those around him. Wide-eyed, brows raised, she smiles as if surprised by his behavior. Honestly, though, she's definitely trying not to peek too much at what he's doing.
She loves the surprise of it even more than teasing Stiles. ]
Why, whatever's the matter, Stiles? [ She gets a bit of a giggle out of being called Mrs. Stilinski by her son, too. And by responding accordingly. ]
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She loves the surprise of it even more than teasing Stiles. ]
Why, whatever's the matter, Stiles? [ She gets a bit of a giggle out of being called Mrs. Stilinski by her son, too. And by responding accordingly. ]