Scott laughed. "Oh my god.. this kid really is just like me." His mom had never given in to his plea for a dog growing up but he sure wanted one. She had to keep him out of all the pet stores and petting zoos or he'd want to take all of them home. Up until he became a wolf he'd always had some kind of pet in a jar. Usually something that didn't cost anything like a snail or bug or frog. He tried fish once, but he managed to kill those somehow. It was probably the constant feeding them that did it, but that was the only time they were very active! So of course eight year old him had kept doing it to excess.

He looked at Stiles, finding this both bizarre but amusing. Who would've thought? They had a kid that didn't look anything like Scott, but acted just like him. "I think Stiles might be stuck here for a while. Are you really okay watching him?"