[ Still unaccustomed to seeing fully transformed Monsters, Stiles does a double-take when the Chimera greets him. Considering her hair color and the wings, she could almost pass for an alien angel – and if she’s able to help him with his wardrobe, he’ll vouch for her as one. ]

Please, [ he says desperately, approaching the counter. ] I can’t stand the clothes here anymore. I don’t want to dress like some protagonist from a trashy romance novel that sells for ninety-nine cents in the gas station! I need my sweatshirts and hoodies. You’ve got to help me.

[ The way he speaks, it sounds like this is a legitimate life-or-death matter for Stiles. ]