"Well, yeah...I mean, I got that, but that's okay, right? Table for two?" Stiles asks, faltering a little, because he'd kind of gotten the impression that that was the point of her asking whether he wanted to blow off some steam. Now he's wondering if he's mistaken and feeling admittedly kind of stupid about it. "...or no?" he adds because he might as well clarify right now before he ends up looking like an idiot.

Although, if these places want photographic proof that...could be awkward, so he's kind of okay with glossing over those places if that's what she'd rather do. She's cute, though; it's not like he'd object to a quick kiss selfie for the purpose of getting into a really cool place to eat. "Yeah, that's cool, whatever works," he replies. "Should we, like, close our eyes and point to a flier and see where that takes us?" he suggests, because he hasn't been here long enough to have been to most of those places; he doesn't have a preference, but he also doesn't want to force her to make all the choices in this scenario just because he's used to Malia doing it. She's not Malia. Malia is over. That's done. Time to move on.