Stiles coughs into his hand: to him, freshman year doesn't feel all that far off, though shit hadn't hit the fan till halfway through tenth grade so he's certainly hasn't had to live with things going on as long. "Lifestyle changes, man." He sympathizes. He can't imagine having to live with it all the way through high school, and afterwards, however long that was until they'd found their way here.

"Goop all over," he wrinkles his nose. The Exorcist always makes him think of pea soup vomit. That's never a good combo, no matter what else is involved. "Ugh."

He gives her a wide smile when she gets the references, one with more sincerity than politeness required, and it only brightens when she mentions the Ghostbusters, though it dies quickly enough with the mention of dummies.

"Oh god, I would. Well that, or cry. I can be a messy crier," he says slowly, grimacing. "Maybe that's what this play will be about, the written confessions of people trying to get away from the puppets."