[It takes Stiles a while to find a liquor store that'll sell to him, anyway. He finally comes across a little specialty grocer that has wine that won't break the bank, so he grabs the pinkest bottle he can find--then snags a little box of chocolate truffles as an after-thought, and a bag of homemade doggy biscuits as an after-after-thought.

He's carrying them in a paper bag when he gets to Lydia's place, slides out of his shoes and sets the wine on the counter.]

These are for the clothes you lent me, and also just--for you in general, you know. Just for generally being you. [Except Stiles realizes belatedly that he has the dog biscuits in hand, drops them on the counter and reaches for the truffles, pressing those into Lydia's hands instead.]

Sorry, uh--the biscuits are for Angie. Obviously. Chocolates are for you. The other way around would be bad for both of you, probably.