The youngest McCall could've asked and Deaton would've told him where the plates were. He hadn't realized that he hadn't taken out enough but that was neither here nor there as he went to go answer the door.

Stiles looks over at his dad and gives a bit of a shrug," From 1 to what?" Though really he couldn't give his dad too much of a hard time," Right now? Right now a six but I'll live."