You're the worst. I'm not catering, I'm- I'm being nice. Unlike you. Who is, decidedly, not nice at all.

[ Hale does end up jumping down from her shoulders, but just ends up butting at her hand. what? what's going on here, why are your fingers doing that? apparently Stiles' sock isn't up to his worn-in standards. ]

And I'm not a fish!

[ ... even if saying that makes her death glare decidedly less glarey and more of a pout. ]