"Yeah? Okay, cool. What do you want? I can go check out the cafeteria," Scott offered. Food was good. He could do food. He might not always know the right thing to say to Stiles' panic attacks, but he could always figure out what to feed him when he got the munchies. It would mean Scott slipping off the bed for a while, but that would be okay, he figured. It would give Stiles a chance to use a bedpan if he needed it.