[He stands, reaching out for the stones to roll them between his fingers. They look like rocks, like nothing special. His brow pulls together a little. It's not hard to remember what it was like, when she worked him on the other Barge: things just became so much more important. He closes his hand around them, and gives her a sheepish look.]
I might've told him a little, already.
[Stiles is his best friend, after all.] Is it just rock, or like, can you do it with anything? The charm, I mean.
spam.
[He stands, reaching out for the stones to roll them between his fingers. They look like rocks, like nothing special. His brow pulls together a little. It's not hard to remember what it was like, when she worked him on the other Barge: things just became so much more important. He closes his hand around them, and gives her a sheepish look.]
I might've told him a little, already.
[Stiles is his best friend, after all.] Is it just rock, or like, can you do it with anything? The charm, I mean.