Of course Scott hadn't stopped to question his best friend's good health and Stiles himself had been sort of out of it the last few days, so Derek's question caught him off guard. It actually made him pause in his incessant rampage of the charred fridge that somehow seemed semi-operational in the remains of the Hale house where everyone had gathered to nervously watch over him.

"Starving! How do you survive on this crap?!" This 'crap' being ground beef and other assorted cuts of meat. Stiles was used to a diet of fast food since his father wasn't much of a cook. "Don't you have a stash of cookies somewhere? Seriously everyone has a stash of cookies...."

He'd never been this hungry before. It was like his stomach was a bottomless pit and nothing solid could fill it up. He was so hungry that he grabbed the reddest looking meat he could find and simply bit through the plastic. The meat tastes terrible, but the faint trace of blood forced his eyes to turn red.