Stiles tsked. His children knew him way too well. “Well I can’t be openly disappointed that you follow the law, my sweet.” But he could be silently proud that she knew how to work her way around the system and not get caught. She’s definitely his kid. “Mhm,”
He flicked her shoulder playfully. “Even if I did, you’d still eat it without hesitation. You like my food but you love not starving. So…” He trailed off and smiled as she curled onto the couch. ”Tell your father I’m the best and I just might get you a pony or something.”
He cringed. “Always with the Mahealani girl. You know, once upon a time, I too was enamored by a Mahealani. Of course, I got over it—but you know. It makes sense. Those genes are something beautiful.” He sighed wistfully and flopped onto the couch next to her. “I was too busy making sure no one was brutally murdered. Sue me.”
"It's not breaking the law until I get caught, and when I do get caught, I have gramps," she smirked. "Plus, everything has a loophole," So, obviously Marti was the brains of the operation, any operation. That girl was too smart for her own good.
"Starvation jokes, really daddy?" she shook her head, but it was actually nice that Stiles seemed to forget so effortlessly; Derek was always hovering over her, constantly worrying, that it was nice to just forget with her daddy. "I've never been one for bribery, and I'm far too big for a pony, but I appreciate that you just won't give up, even after almost sixteen years with me."
"She's amazing, but she doesn't want anything serious, so it's been a bit awkward lately," she shrugged. "Good to know brutal is priority? What constitutes brutal? Like if I shoot you in the back of the head and didn't cause you any pain, but everything is all bloody, is that still brutal? I need to know your definition," Marti, you're getting a bit weird now sweetie.
