"Well, he's not twelve," Kate shoots back, although she doesn't know exactly how old Eric is, he's old enough to be working in a bar. He does look pretty young, though, but she figures that's just one tiny detail that doesn't actually matter in the grand scheme of things. People are going to think whatever they want to think about whoever they want to think it about.

"Ugh, simmering," she says, making a face at the very prospect. She sort of gets it, because before Newt she had been pretty content with the idea of never dating again since everyone she did date turned out to not be the right person for her or she did stupid shit like trying to sleep with Harley. But at the same time, she totally doesn't get it. They could both disappear tomorrow and she hates the idea that they might regret not having done something.

"I just don't get it," she says with another sigh. "Insisting that you're not good enough for someone. They should both know that anyone should be totally lucky to hook up with them. I swear to Christ, I would totally punch Stiles in the face if he was still here. Super hard." She had liked him, too, but whatever had gone down with Derek hadn't been good, obviously, and she hates that.