[Lydia turns, brows lifting as Stiles bounds up to her with the energy of an over-enthusiastic puppy. Her smile is contained but warm, and something about Stiles' approach has her thinking about how far back in the timeline he may actually have been from.]

Hey, Stiles.

You can be happy I'm here. I mean, if I have to be here at all, I'd just as soon have it be with familiar faces. Right?

[She salutes him with her champagne glass, taking another sip, blithely cool and casual in the way that Lydias are.]

Everyone keeps asking if I've talked to you yet.