Inquired

" When will you be leaving?" Stiles inquired when Alden walked in the front door.

Alden ignored him and trudged upstairs. He came to freshen up, pick up some clothes, and dash back to the hospital. Cisca hadn't woken up.

" Aren't you going to reply me?" He shouted.

Alden continued to his room, he was not in the mood for unnecessary banter. If Stiles decided to play ignorant of the latest development, it was his business.

Amelia walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray." Cisca relapsed." She announced

What? Stiles was stupefied. What was wrong with her?

" I bet you didn't know. I suggest you stay away from Alden at the moment, his anger is more fierce than a spooked rattlesnake. " She advised and set the table.

Stiles watched her and wondered what her game plan was. " What are you doing?"

Amelia halted and stared at him, before returning her gaze to the plates. " Setting the table."

" When did this start?"

She shrugged and hid her smile, " Well, you see, I thought that it would