Wailing Flower

     ”Contrary to popular belief,        I have better things to do.       Isn’t Stiles your bitch for        these sort of things? Go       ask him.”

      "Like what? He isn't my bitch,       nor am I asking anyone to be.       I'm simply asking for help, how       complicated can that be?       Besides, he's busy."

        “First, how many people do you push to the point of suicide by forks?

      "It's not my fault people like to torture       themselves with such small objects.       No, I just asked you to come with me       shopping so you can carry the bags.       You'll have my delightful company.       I'll even buy you lunch if you do it,       it's a nice deal."

        “It does. You should.”

      "You know the whole pack will       eventually know, right? "

       ”It doesn’t look good?”

      "It would look good...                  Twenty years ago."

       ”Of course— I was thinking about

      "I'm sure you are an incredible cook."

      "That sounds irritably familiar.                             I did not ask for much."

   ”Or eaten. I’m pretty sure birds are food.”

       "Depends on the bird but I doubt       you thought about cooking it before."

      “Because…?”

      "Birds are to be observed.       Or to be kept in a cage       and be taken care of."

     ”Okay, good. Scott.       I’ll swing by him later,       but ehm, Lydia?”

      "I can go with you.       If it helps in anything.             ... Yes?"