"Hey, you don't know if I'm going to explode. Don't tell me how I feel," Kate answers, totally indignant and yet somehow not at all, all at the same time. She flops down into a nearby chair and lets out a huge exhale and although she definitely doesn't want to be a werewolf, because seriously, there's enough hair a girl has to get rid of to begin with, she has to admit that a werewolf metabolism sounds pretty great.

"Oh my god, two whole pies," she echoes, looking at him with her eyebrows arched. "I mean, you should, given that your cute little friend totally made them to impress you."