Isaac smirked. “I highly doubt that, but… Challenge accepted.”
Stiles grinned, pleased with himself. He dug into his pockets, and laid out his money on the table, doing a quick count before passing it over to Isaac.
“Go, shoo, order,” he urged, “We need to settle this.”
Isaac laughed at his urgency before grabbing the money and leaving to order. He returned moments later and handed Stiles his change. “Food’ll be here soon.”