I mean, I'm going to pay you back, but sure. Noted.

[ he's doing an impression of amara with that noted, but his impression of her largely involves trying to make himself sound tough and cool and radical, so it's actually not all that insulting, as far as insults go. making the most offended noise possible, he swipes at the boxes and steps up on his tippy toes, if he has to - she's got a couple of inches on him, but he's spindly and determined - and when he eventually wrestles the food from her (presuming she doesn't just pity him enough to hand it over), he huffs and takes it all into the kitchen, getting the two of 'em some cups for their soda as he starts dishing up. ]

Sit down. We're gonna eat, and I'm gonna take care of you.

[ he's an animal, so they're just gonna eat from the boxes with their hands in the living room. stiles points amara to the sofa and gets their lunch ready, setting it all on the coffee table and disappearing to the bathroom to get his medical supplies. he calls out to her from down the hall. ]

So, uh, hey - did you really try to fistfight a fire?