"Hold up." Grace is fast. Her hand snaps up and grabs the scruff of his neck; it probably doesn't feel so good, given that teenage boys are not kittens. "The committee rejects your proposal and puts forth another."

Beat.

"We go."

Beat.

"We all go." Grace shifts to give Raph a very meaningful side eye, tugging Stiles along for the ride. "Because, hey. There are worse things than werewolves."

Beat.

"Like pictures of smiley face boxers. Lots of pictures. There's some crazy shit back there behind the bar, man. Just sayin'"