Scott didn't realize he was scenting Stiles. He was just noticing the scent for the hundredth time and enjoying it. Just as his nose brushed lightly against Stiles' ear, he drew back. It had tickled his nose.

"Our kid's already found food, but I can make us something if you'd like," he offered. It would be something from a box like hamburger helper or mac and cheese or eggs. He didn't cook very well.