some roads you really fly

[beanchaointe]

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[matriarchate]

Stiles, can I talk to Lydia for a second?

( Stiles nods, climbing out of the booth, Scott getting up, too. To the bar with them! )

What Dean said wasn't okay. I won't lose sight of it. But, we are working with them. They helped at graduation. They're better helping us, than on the other side. My dad trusts them. And, yes, with Sam there to rein him in if he needs it, I trust them, too. I have to. Do you truly think Stiles is in real danger with Dean staying in town?

( Yes, this is her decision, but he listens to her friends. To Scott, yes, as Pack leader, but Lydia - for her input and counsel. And - maybe some personal BFF time after today. )

[beanchaointe]

[She takes a deep breath, before shaking her head.]

Dean wasn't the only one who was a little tense.

[Some good sleep and time to breathe had made that evident.]

I could just tell he was serious, and ... there's a lot we don't know about vampires.

[matriarchate]

You're right. That will be another part to staying. I'm going to help with the school. Do my own research. What we don't know, we'll learn. And you're here for Stiles. I'm sure there could be banshee research to do. I'll reach out to Caroline. Make sure it's mutual.

( Offer something up themselves. Their own training maybe. Or resources. )

This could be a good thing.

[beanchaointe]

[She nods.]

If for no other reason than having all of us in the same place again.

[She also has other curious concerns but that can wait until they're out of the range of Cora's wolf hearing. Besties can gossip later, they don't have to rub Cora's nose in it.]

[matriarchate]

Yeah, that's - I'm really looking forward to it, Lyds. It has been too long since I was Allison and not Allison Argent, keeper of beasts.

( Or, whatever. The matriarch of the Argent clan. )

Thank you for taking time off.

[beanchaointe]

I'm not, necessarily. Classes are done.

[Still, she has a dissertation that needs doing.]

Do you think I might be able to get a big whiteboard somewhere in this house of ours?

[matriarchate]

As big as you want.

( That fits. )

Whatever you need from us.

[beanchaointe]

Then I will be set.

[She smiles.]

So we get something to eat and then try and find a realtor?

[matriarchate]

And then we live our lives.

( Actually settle down for a time. )

[beanchaointe]

Sounds nice. For however long it lasts.

[Because for better or worse, this is their lives. That being said, they have a nice brunch and branch off to explore the next part of their day, whatever that may be.]