[ It's better than hearing an outright no. Malia isn't a 'maybe always means no' sort of teenager (...kid), either. She takes the word at face value, giving a quick nod. ]

So people you can't trust. [ She proclaims, poking at the funnel cake, licking powered sugar off her finger before ripping into it to take a bite. ] Oh. I thought that's what we were talking about. This hospital. [ Duh, Malia. A glance in the proper direction of where their fave place is.

A longer nod and sigh before she gives a little nod to the plate the funnel cake is on, pushing it a bit toward him, indicating she'll totes share (see, she paid attention in kindergarten.) ] Yeah. One of my best friends, not Stiles. Or Allison. She, Lydia, got in one. It was weird hearing about, maybe 'cause we...stopped hanging out together so much lately? [ Look here, she's trying to paint you a story full of allusion with indirect statements!! A shame, since she's not good at subtlety. ] I dunno. But, I guess the town just...really likes my group of friends or something. [ She's not impressed. ] Any more of your friends, frenemies, fall on hard times, physically, lately? [ Story time, unless you're just not up for sharing, Damon. ]