Stiles doesn't have that same reluctance, walking over to the center island where two empty plates are laid out, now that he can smell it, he's reminded of how hungry he really is. And food is food, for all that it's above their color coded levels. He suspects that if they did look around the kitchen, they wouldn't find anything that would fit into their clearance level. The stuff they served in the commissary would have been the first thing he'd have chosen to get rid of, had the choice been available to him. Plus, an argument could be made that they're working within their mission parameters, which should get them a pass on a technicality, should whoever judges their crimes be lenient.

"Yeah, at least she bought it," Stiles says. "Though my lies don't tend to go well. So consider yourself warned."

He gets some food himself, taking a step towards the living area again before changing his mind. If things get messy, it'll be easier to clean up tile and varnished wood than what made up the living room furniture.

"Don't say that," he says reflexively, between wolfing down bites of food. "We don't actually want this to get complicated."

Setting his plate aside, he wrinkles his nose while he thinks over Cisco's words more seriously. "This whole thing is about Gabi, right? And how she didn't report her powers to our computer overlord. So maybe what matters most is how all this is affecting her."

That there could be more going on behind the scenes that neither they, nor Gabi knows about, just so this little exercise can happen.