[And that "mature" response warms Allison's heart. Behold, Stiles, as she sees your stuck out tongue and raises you with sticking her thumbs in her ears, wiggling her fingers, and blowing a raspberry at you.]

Not what I want to hear. You need sleep, Stiles. Try chamomile tea. Or a late night movie marathon.

I'm sure Lydia would love to join you.

[Why yes, she is being more blatant about shoving her besties together, why do you ask?]